Gosh, what a typically soapy afternoon on General Hospital yesterday.
There was a big black-tie wedding, attended by half the town, capping off an allegedly great romance between the show's leading man and his latest true love forever. The gowns were fancy, the hair was high, the resentments and jealousies were varied and widespread. A good soapy time was about to be had by all.
And then a hollow-point bullet tore through the torso and couture gown of the bride.
These things happen!
If you were surprised by this turn of events, might I suggest that you occasionally leave the house? Or wish you the best of luck with that 50 First Dates-esque memory problem in which you retain no information for longer than 24 hours? Because if you've done the whole "watched GH even semi-regularly" thing before, you found this development as surprising as Clay Aiken coming out.
I hate this show.