B&B: Rogue Updates
Stubborn Wench
The Rogue Report, October 31, 1994, and November 1,
1994, for "The Bold and the Beautiful"
An insidious force, known as "Eastern Standard Time",
invaded over the weekend and seizes control of the VCR,
causing it to be aberrant by one full hour in its recording
duties. Coupled with the dark and sinister forces
surrounding the final day of October, this force enjoined
the fingers of the Shameless Rogue into a creative frenzy,
causing his reiteration of the events which transpired on
the show to only vaguely resemble what actually happened.
In short, we return once more to those hallowed days when
pumpkins rose from the pumpkin patch, otherwise known as
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DARK SIDE GATE
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(Rah! Rah!)
featuring:
Thrillin' Dylan Shaw
PrinJess Jessica Forrester
Steponme Stephanie Forrester
Sludge Ridge Forrester
Brookula Brooke Logan Forrester Forrester
Laid'er Taylor Hayes Forrester
Toofar Prince Omar Rashid
MoDames James Warwick
Iwantya Ivana the Model
Throne Thorne Forrester
Spacy Macy Alexander Forrester
AA Anthony Armando
WHAT'S CURRENTLY UP, or
BLOW ME DOWN, or
KIDS THESE DAYS
Steponme makes another visit on MoDames, ostensibly to
talk about the ongoing attempts to put Thrillin' behind bars
for the rest of his natural life for the BLACK SIN of
BESMIRCHING the VIRTUE of the maidenly PrinJess. Steponme
is certain that bad boy Thrillin' was only thinking with his
manly member when he took Prinjess from girl to woman with
no thought except to hoist her maidenhood upon his flagpole.
MoDames counsels that Steponme examine her motives, and
Steponme says I haven't been able to even see my motives
since I've been so angry. I mean, it's not as if she was
Kristen or Felicia, when we had to sell tickets and have an
hourly rate for their bedroom, is it? MoDames counsels
Steponme to give him Kristen's address in New York, he
misses Brookula most mightily. Distracted, Steponme tells
MoDames that Sludge and Brookule were enmeshed in a gale and
spun like Dorothy and Toto to the shores of Morocco, where
they have been ensconced in the palatial palace of the noble
Prince Toofar, Sheik of the 4000 Sand Dunes, Holder of the
Manly Scimitar. MoDames says do you think he can spare a
harem girl or two if I ask nicely?
SINGING DUETS AND THEN DOIN' IT? or
TAKE ME WITH YOU, I FOLD EASILY, or
PROMISE ME YOU'LL EAT GARLIC
Dual action on the Spacy/Throne front. Iwantya in
full tooth shows up to romance the Throne man, but what
she really wants to know is what the housing
arrangements will be during the Holland tour and
concert. Supposedly you're the most famous thing to
hit the Dutch since either a boy with a finger or lots
of paint. It's not about love, it's about the green-
eyed monster, Thorne realizes. Just keep your one-eyed
trouser monster on a tight leash when Spacy's around,
and I'll be your fantasy when you want it, Iwantya
says. Just don't be playing a duet date with your ex-
main married squeezums.
Meanwhile, AA quizzes Spacy on whether or not she
can avoid the pharmaceuticals, inebriants, and
intoxicants that go with the territory on a rock
concert tour. Look, babe, Spacy says, it's not as if
I'm Steven Tyler and this is Aerosmith. I can make do
on Perrier and a twist of lime. Spacy says what you're
really worried about is whether or not Throne and I
will do some feeling like old times if we start to feel
like old times, right? AA denies that he's worried
about Throne and asks if Spacy is worried about Throne.
Why should I be worried if you're not worried, unless
you're worried that I'm worried? Don't you wonder
who's holding Donna when you sing "I Wonder Who's
Holding Donna Now?" Don't you want to really love some
peaches, want to shake your tree... well, get you get
the idea. Spacy says we sing the lyrics, we don't act
them out. This isn't opera.
Post-snuggle bunnies, Spacy and Throne discuss the
concerns of their snuggle bunnies. They promise to
wear dual chastity belts and not get keyed up.
GLOOM WITH A VIEW, or
GUESS WHO ISN'T COMING TO DINNER, or
MORE OYSTERS AND MY YOUR BEDS ARE COMFORTABLE! or
NEVER TRUST A MOROCCAN USED CARPET SALESMAN
At dinner, while Laid'er watches every painful second,
Toofar leads the conversation with the nattily attired
Sludge and the knock-your-eyes out gorgeous with a capital L
(for looker, libidinous, leggy, and more) Brookula toward
the subjects he'd like her to hear about. Such as love.
Brookula tells Toofar they've been in love for just about
forever, but Sludge got distracted by other attributes. I
know what kind of attributes you mean, Toofar says
knowingly.
But now we've been joined Biblically and matrimonially,
and since we've been itching for each other for so long, now
we're joined infectiously, and we caused coastal flooding
when we were offshore and lovin' it, so this is one love
affair that'll never end. Furthermore, we've got kids, a
new house, and the BIO-LIFE diet. Laid'er looks around, but
there are no scimitars at hand. Then Toofar asks Sludge
about the past, if there have been any other womanly
entanglements. You've read about me? Sludge asks. I
didn't know my reputation got overseas. Toofar says he's a
legend among the harem girls. Laid'er decides that Toofar's
pubic hair should be infested with the fleas of 10,000
camels, and he should be forced to inhale the breath of 100
goatherders with indigestion, as well as receive a 15-gallon
yogurt enema. Sludge explains that that was then, this is
now, then is gone, this is what he wants, and furthermore,
you haven't seen fantasy until you've seen Brookula's a....
fantastic figure in a silk gown. Toofar nods knowingly and
winks at Laid'er's mirror. Laid'er hopes that Toofar will
be forced to be in a desert movie with Kurt Russell and
James Spader and 10,000 sweaty extras with no deodorant.
Tune in tomorrow, when Toofar exclaims:
"Tell me more about the sexual practices of Westerners,
Sludge Forrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrestah. And speak into
this fig."
And now for Terrible Tuesday, also featuring:
Ferret Eric Forrester
Smelliot Elliott, Eric's Lawyer
Squealer Sheila Forrester
GIVE HER THE MONEY, DON'T WANT THE HONEY, or
IF THAT'S MOVIN' UP, I'M MOVIN' OUT
With Smelliott, who's been dousing himself with Grecian
Formula 612, Ferret tells Smelliott that Squealer is
threatening to make this divorce even messier than the
little tiff down in Judge Ito's courtroom. Smelliott is of
the opinion tha Squealer can get public opinion on her side
in a hurry, what with Ferret reneging on his fatherly duties
without benefit of tonsils, er, counsel. He thinks that
Ferret should give Squealer the 30-day waiting and wanting
period she's asking for. Ferret thinks the situation is
intolerable, and 30 days with Squealer is like a life
sentence watching old NFL films. Smelliott says think about
it, maybe 30 days will allow Squealer to cool off a bit.
Otherwise, we'll fry.
NASTY, NASTY, NASTY, AND ALSO DISLIKABLE, or
WHEN BROOKE'S AWAY, THE CAT'S WILL PLAY
At the Forrester Manse, Steponme is doing what she
normally does, nothing, when Squealer sneaks in through the
kitchen door while Maria is rolling burritos. Steponme asks
what the reason for this haunting is, and Squealer says it's
necessary for her to get something straight with Steponmen.
As in, the marriage isn't over, and it'd be a good idea to
keep your claws out of Eric's flesh. Speaking of clauses,
how's the divorce? There won't be a divorce, Squealer
insists. Steponme spills the nuts, saying that one,
Squealer thought she was preggers and it couldn't have been
Ferret's seed, i.e., she was playing on somebody else's
lawn, and two, MoDames witnessed a flagrant osculatory foul.
Squealer says there is no replay rule in effect now, so
MoDames can only complain it was a bad call. Squealer
accuses Steponmen of aiding and abetting Ferret's
termination of spermatic delivery ability. Steponme retorts
that Ferret didn't want to aid Squealer in infecting the
gene pool. The claws are unsheathed, but Squealer avoids
"Lauren Fenmore" Hulk mode, and doesn't turn green with big
muscles and a shirt that's too small. She goes off,
expecting to find Ferret at home panting for her youthful
body, and tells Steponme not to expect to have Ferret back,
despite her constant pathetic attempts to ensnare him back
in her clutches. (Good vitriol!)
WHAT'S IT GONNA BE, BABY, or
MAYBE I SHOULD REPHRASE THAT
Squealer sneaks into Ferret's office and finds him deep
in thought. She asks why he didn't come home the previous
evening and he said he wanted to imitate Marlene Dietrich.
O.K., you've been alone, you've thought about it -- what's
the verdict, Squealer wants to know. 30 days or a trip
through the media? I've got "Inside Edition" and "A Current
Affair" on hold in my office. Make your choice.
MAROONED IN MOROCCO, or
MORONS IN MOROCCO, or
MORE MELODRAMA IN MOROCCO
At dinner, after Prince Toofar has asked about their
family life, Sludge explains that his deep devotion to his
kiddies and his new wifey allowed him to rise to new depths
of power and strength and intelligence, and for that reason
he convinced Brookula to put on a life jacket. Brookula is
convinced that Sludge got so smart and noble and studly
because of his deep, undying, unstinting, remarkable,
powerful, neverending, superb, exalted, incredible, massive
-- er, love for the family. Brookula is easily impressed,
but this has more of an impression on Laid'er, who's behind
Door Number 3, with a herd goat behind Door Number 2 and a
DeLorean behind Door Number 1. Will you trade it all for
the box that Dian Parkinson is holding in her shapely, er,
hands? No, Bob, er, Toofar, I'm not going to make a deal or
even pop the hostess tart. I'm content, I've moved on, I've
totally come to peace with the fact that my previous wife is
gone, and now I'm a father, a husband, and an incredibly
skilled lover. Um-um, says Brookula, chewing on some
hummus. Toofar says I must disengage for a moment. Have
some more goat's milk cheese.
Laid'er is going berserk behind closed doors, but
doesn't think that pounding on the wall or glass might
possibly raise attention. Toofar comes in, locking the door
behind him, and asks Laid'er if she's enjoying dinner so
far. Laid'er attempts to pugilize, but Toofar overpowers
the lady and tells her to keep watching until she GETS IT --
Sludge is now with Brookula, and she's just a fleeting
memory that grows more fleeting with each connubial
encounter. You know what men think with? That's also what
they _remember_ with. Laid'er says if you let me out there
right now without a gown we'll see what Ridge's Mr. Happy is
thinking about! Toofar tells her it won't work, they're a
family, they've got a house, two cars, and a fireplace. Get
the picture? Laid'er says it's not going to work, she still
wants out, and back to L.A., and let the CHiPS pull over who
they may. But you're not going to let me go, are you,
Toofar? Toofar says until you see reason, that your pest,
er, past, is dead, gone, buried, and otherwise over, you'll
have to think about it. C'ya. After he exits, Laid'er
tries the door again. Locked.
THINK ABOUT IT
In the dining room, Brooke, showing that dress to full
figure-hugging sparkly effect, strolls toward the door.
Wasn't coming to this palace a better idea than that
Moroccan Holiday Inn? Sludge says yup, you certainly do
wear the pants in this family, but I starting panting when
you lose 'em! Brookula, feeling the aphrodisiac effects of
all those Moroccan oysters, preens directly in front of
Laid'er's mirror, and says are you getting ready to ride,
stallion? Let's see, Sludge says, checking. Yup, my love
thermometer is on the rise. Can I take your temperature,
little girl? Are you really hot for teacher? Brookula says,
attempting to take his temperature lingually. They ka-
smooch big time right in front of Laid'er's brimming eyes.
Laid'er goes down, distraught.
Will Laid'er ever get out of the palace?
Will Sludge and Brookula ever have dessert?
Will Prince Toofar kill the musician who keeps playing
that weird Moroccan music?
Will Squealer squeal to the press?
Will Ferret be unmoved when he moves back in?
Tune in tomorrow, when it's very highly unlikely that
we'd get to hear Smelliott say to Squealer:
"Go on, take the money, and run."
(Musical inspiration credit: Steve Miller Band)
Stubborn Wench
the Beautiful" for Monday, November 7, and Tuesday, November
8.
by the Shameless Rogue
On Monday:
A HOARSE IS A HOARSE, OF COURSE, OF COURSE, or
I'M JUST TRYING TO SOUND LIKE ROD STEWART AND STEVIE
NICKS
At the studio, Macy and Thorne are laying down some
tracks. At break one, Macy requests more lemon for her tea.
They go back to harmonization. At break two, Macy coughs a
bit and goes back for more tea. The engineer says they're
sounding and doing great, and Macy is barely constrained by
the suspenders on that outfit, may I add. Thorne adds in a
back rub for relaxation. Thorne complains that he's having
to do all the hard work in this collaboration, whilst Macy
shines in the limelight. She can't believe their success --
who'd a thunk it -- in the top 10 in Europe, and going on
tour. Thorne does some more whining, which garners him a
back rub from Macy. She thinks it's amazing that after all
they've been throughs, now they're singing the blues,
divorce and all. Now they're just good friends. One more
time should do it at the microphone, so they go back to
singing. Macy goes for the high note, and suddenly swallows
Kermit. Hope that tea can remove the frog in her throat.
Macy motions for Thorne to pull on one of the webbed feet
sticking out of her mouth. Will she remove the amphibian
from her larynx in time for the tour?
LEGAL BEAGLES, or
HOW 'BOUT THEM DAWGS?
At the Spectra head office, Connor is quizzing Sally on
her connection with Dylan. Are you in it for more than the
satisfaction of springing a guy who jumped, er, bad choice
of words, got involved with a fair lass a bit earlier than
standard Puritan prudish tradition in the U.S. Connor notes
legalistically that it used to be 17 was a bit young to be
an unmarried fair lass in this fair land. Nonetheless,
Dylan was pokin' when he should have been packin'. Sally
tells Connor that she isn't in it to knock Stephanie down a
peg, Dylan works for the company know and she stands 100%
behind her employees except when they happen to be her
husband and they sneak around with Forrester blondes behind
her back. Anyways, Connor says he's on the case. They buzz
for Dylan.
After Dylan admits that he's holding up well
considering the Forresters have made reservations for him
next to O.J.'s cell, Dylan asks what the word "arraignment"
means. Connor explains that he goes to see da judge, Connor
tells da judge his client pleads not guilty, and den dey set
a trial date. Simple. Sally asks if Stephanie will be
there. Likely. Sally figures she'd better not be there,
then, and Dylan agrees. Then Connor quizzes Dylan about his
continuing relationship with Jessica. She needs to stay on
his side and not go over to the guardians, Connor says.
Dylan assures Connor that although they're not physically
mauling the mattress, they remain "very close". Keep it
that way, counselor Connor counsels.
GIRL TALK, or
THORNE STILL HAS THIS OLD OFFICE?
At Forrester, Ivana is hanging in when Jessica drops
by. Jessica asks what Ivana is doing, and she says she's
awaiting Thorne. They're itemizing. No, let me try again.
Hit me. No, we're becoming a time. No, I mean an item.
Having finally got it right, Jessica congratulates Ivana on
her score (no mention of the "no dating the boss" rule).
Ivana asks Jessica how its going with her and Dylan. Not
good. Jessica complains about the Forrester attempts to
break them up, and thanks Ivana for helping them out,
including springing for bail when Dylan was en-clinked.
Ivana says its the least a supermodel who earns $5000 for a
shoot can do. Speaking of shoot, I've got one. Gotta don
some skimpies over at Freddie's for the camera. See you
later, and good luck. Jessica pouts prettily.
WORDS FOR THE GUYS, or
WISE UP, FATIMA-HEAD
In Morocco, Omar is trying to get Taylor to see the
light and get the picture -- Ridge has gone over to the
fatherhood side, and furthermore, he and Brooke make
beautiful music together. Can't you see the song is over
for you and Ridge? Taylor doesn't believe it -- once she's
back in the picture, the marital harmony will become
discordant and Ridge will be singing her praises in no time.
Omar says come on, it's not just Ridge, it's those kids who
finally have a full-time, on-time, under-budget, live-in
Dad. Point to Omar, as Taylor admits that Ridge has always
been close with the kiddies. That won't change when the
bigamy becames monogamy with megamy againgamy. Omar pushes
the father line, telling Taylor that not only would she be
dashing Ridge and Brooke's happiness, she'd also be
seriously affecting the happiness of two young children.
Taylor says maybe possibly you're right, maybe I'm out of
his life for good. Omar penetrates, er, bad choice of
words, notes this opening and makes the most of it. If you
give up on the dream you can have the palace. Life of
luxury. Silk gowns. All the figs you can eat. Sumptuous
accomodations, and your own camel driver. Furthermore, if
she wants to resume her psychiatric practice, he'll build
her a clinic and she can help all those Moroccans with SAD
(Sand Affective Disorder).
Taylor thinks about it, and then tells Omar she needs
one more dinner. Omar says there's no way we're playing
"Guess Whose Coming To Dinner" Moroccan style. No, she
means that she wants to watch while he questions Ridge with
questions she submits. Omar is dubious. Taylor says its
the only way she'll know for sure that if she "returns from
the dead" if there will be a place in Ridge's heart for her.
O.K., Omar says, you got it. Give me your questions, and
I'll see what I can do.
Tune in tomorrow, when Omar peruses the following list
of Taylor's initial questions for Ridge:
"Do the words "virgin" and "island" have any
significance for you?"
"Do the two humps of a Bactrian camel remind you of
anything?"
"If you didn't have kids, would Brooke be anything to
you other than a stunning blonde with an incredible body,
who looks incredible in a white peignoir when her blonde
hair is backlit by a crackling fire?"
"If you couldn't have Brooke, what other incredible
bodies in your past would you like to have back?"
"Do you, unlike the writers, remember a woman named
Caroline?"
"If your ex-wife was to actually be alive, would you
please see if Rhonda would like to be a harem girl?" (Oops,
that's Omar's question!)
"What were you attempting to do when you made those
awful vocal sounds while playing the guitar at the Bikini
Bar?"
"Who the heck is Bruce Boxleitner?"
"Does the movie title "Octopussy" remind you of any
past events in your life?" * bonus points for recognizing
the connection here!
"What's more important to you: IQ, or "I do"?
And on to Torrid Tuesday:
SPECTRA PASSIONS, or
HITCH-HIKING ON THE SILK ROAD
At Spectra, Sally is in manager mode with Saul and
bubble-headed bleach blonde Darla (get thee to a real
hairdresser, quick) trying to get a shipment of Diva to
Detroit. She tells them to get Keith and Kevin, the lack-of-
plotline brothers, to help out. Saul wants Dylan, but Dylan
is trying to keep his keister out of the joint with Connor.
Suddenly, Macy shows up. After greetings, and Saul
inquiring about the trip to Rotterdam, Amsterdam, Hoover
Dam, and Aswan Dam, which Macy says is roughly two weeks and
many rehearsals in the future, Sally puts the troops back
into the march and they scram.
Sally lauds the new career of Macy, the hits, the
misses, the Tour de France, er, the tour of Holland, and
asks if they need an MC for the show so she can go along
too. Macy says everything is going well, but doesn't look
like everything is going well. Sally jumps to the
conclusion that she's troubled by the close physical
proximity to Thorne. After all, Thorne used to be the
poster child for non-commitment, and first he's there, then
he's gone (the way in which this comment was delivered
seemed as if the writers were actually apologizing for the
lack of direction Thorne's character had for so long). She
asks about Anthony, and Macy says they haven't had time for
"quality time", let alone lunchtime, in the hectic pre-tour
whirl. But regarding Thorne, everything's fine. In fact,
he's strong, virile, funny, and he's Mr. Encouragement --
everything he wasn't when we were married. He kept us in
stitches with his impression of Clayton Norcross, Jeff
Conaway, Al Corley, and Jack Coleman when we had to rehearse
until three in the morning. Macy says she doubts that she
could have done it without Thorne being there to help.
During this whole time, Macy has been drinking tea as if she
had a direct pipeline to China. She goes for a cookie to
wash down the tea, and chokes on it. Sally asks if
everything's alright, and Macy says she just choked on the
Chips Ahoy, but she's fine. But the look on her face
indicates she's worried that she might need Liquid Plumr, or
the medical equivalent thereof, for her pipes.
(The following will be delivered in the appropriate
accent and inflection).
SHUST BE HAPPY, BABY, or
CUT THE COMEDY, THIS IS A SERIOUS SHOW
At Forrestair, ze zoopermodel Ivana and her main
squeezing, Thornair, are in heez offess. Ivana says to be
sensing somezing is his mind on. Thornair saying he's shust
caught up wiss so many things to be doing, his desk is
shnowed under and he's got to get be ready for Turin. Ivana
says I didn't know you were going to Italy! Ivana says I
can be helping, have a heapin' helpin' of my Suddern
Hotspitality, doffing her blouzer. She saying I've been
waiting to give you somezing all day here, and here it isz,
offering up so much lip you'd zink Thorne be ze kissing both
Stephen Tylair and ze Jaggerman at ze same time. Ha ha ha!
After cooling his jettings, ze Thornair says hold them
horses ba-bee, we're giving a free show to doze lovely men
on ze lovely loading dock, and I've got ze working to be
doing. Ivana wants to help so zey can be zooogether before
he singing overdezeas. She sensez a growing disdance beween
dem. Is it another zoopermodel? No, the show can only
afford one at a time, ze Thornair saying. But it is another
wohman. Ivana zinks he's trying the dual bedroom zeenario
again. No, Thornair replying, he's zo consairned about ze
cousin Jessica. She's either screaming fitties at ze mother
and ze father or seeting in her room all ze day. Not as
good as the idea seemed to make her forget about her
troublings last summer. Ivana somehow conceives an idea in
her cranial cavity, and saying I have shust ze idea to make
Jessica a happy camper! She dials. She asks for ze hair
genius, Jose Eber. Thornair is amazing that Ivana knows zis
Eber dude who did ze hair for ze stupendous Farrah Fawcett-
Majors. He's not giving a haircut to ze President at ze
moment, like ze Christo competition, so he ansair ze phone.
He greets ze zoopermodel Ivana. Asking if she shooting for
Chanel? Avedon? Revlon? Glamour cover? No, she's calling
for a friend who needs ze attitude adjustament. Can you
come, hat and all, to Forrestair? Yeszz, it seems my
calendar is free because I'm not really zo famous anymore.
I can be right over. Ziss well be too much fun. Ciao ba-
bee. Thornair is amazed zat Ivana is being an old friend of
Jose Eber, and tells her how amazing he is of her. Zis will
be shust de zing to raisin cousin Jessica's spirits high
very!
(We now return you to our regularly scheduled
language.)
LEAVING SO SOON?, or
SWEEPS MONTH ONLY LASTS 30 DAYS AND WE'VE GOT TO GET
THIS PLOTLINE MOVING SOMEHOW
In the harem suite, Taylor is still ruminating on
Omar's words. Would she be number-two wife if she came
back, with Ridge installed as the family father? She
recalls a night when she watched Ridge give Bridget an
antique silver rattle, Brooke watching happily, and said how
important it was that Bridget was his first-born.
Conceptively-challenged Taylor, in a white evening gown, got
teary-eyed at this display of family affection, and went to
the window, while Brooke, Ridge and Taylor appeared to be
the archetype "happy family".
Yasmeen shows up. She asks Taylor if she got to see
Ridge. Taylor says I saw parts of him I'd rather Brooke
didn't get too familiar with, but the guards grabbed me
before I could elbow Brooke out of the way. "Do you know
how long it's been since I last felt the hot, powerful...
insistent ---- strident...
THROBBING,
MANLY..."
"YES? YES?" Yasmeen, sweating profusely, shouts. "WHAT?"
"... oh never mind," Taylor says. So what are you going to
do now? Yasmeen, somewhat unsatisfied, asks. I've got a
major plan, Taylor says. I'm going to watch one more dinner
while Omar interrogates Ridge and his questions prove to
both Brooke, me, and Ridge that he still has major feelings
for me. Will it work? Yasmeen asks. It's got to, Taylor
says. Then they discuss whether or not Taylor would really
be home and hearth-wrecking if she was suddenly to arise
from the dead and re-insert herself clumsily into Ridge's
life. Is she really better off leaving them alone?
Yasmeen, as usual, can't answer the question.
In a different section of the palace, Ridge and Brooke
encounter Omar. They've been wandering the halls looking
for him without a hall pass. The place is a-MAZE-ing! Omar
says you should just ask the guards to find me, or Captain
Mustafa can ring me on the cellular ph... never mind. They
take a seat. They say they've had a great time, but it's
time to go back to LA. They miss the heat and the smog.
Omar is worried that he can't fulfill Taylor's last request.
After considerable cajoling, and a promise that he can
behead two passengers so that they can be on the trans-
Atlantic red-eye after dinner, he promises them a going-away
feast fit for a Sultan and his Scheherezade. I'm always up
for some belly-dancing with dinner, Ridge says, after Brooke
convinces him to stay. Omar promises them a tour of
Casablanca during the afternoon before the feast. They
leave to get packing. Omar is satisfied.
Tune in tomorrow, when the tour guide says:
"And over there is where Doris Day was executed for
singing "Que Sera Sera" once too many times."
Elizabeth B. Mcclemens
Over the weekend, I'd flipped by some shopping channel and paused for a
second because I saw Tracy Bregman-Recht (from Y&R). She was doing some
infomercial with a peculiar man in a funny hat; they were selling these
hairpieces that you stick in your hair to make it look fuller. 'only 3
easy payments of 49.95!' Looked pretty odd to me!
Anyhow, I turn on B&B this week, and there is the hat-man again (that's
how I recognized him, well, until I heard him talk). At least he didn't
stick those hair things in Jessica's hair.
Funny how one minute you have never heard of someone, and the next he is
everywhere.
-- Elizabeth