Nah. I think whatever Estelle may be dreaming of isn’t that bad (although there were several suggestions of “Mystery Date” and “Misery Date”). Also I should’ve used Fritzie Ritz as a leg model.
Maybe Estelle is scripted to play a lonely old cat lady (aren’t all of the characters in Mary Worth caricatures?), but I like the evening is winding down….
And if people who wrote the funnies were truly diabolical and talented, maybe Estelle wouldn’t have left Wilbutt not quite so peacefully sodden:
…that Estella has the resolve to dump the chump. She might be a throw-away character who gets saddled with losers (Wilbutt isn’t the first), but I think she’s a good soul, and even good souls should have their limits.
And since Wilbutt sleeps like the veritable dead, Estelle has a whole lot of free time for herself:
…it really isn’t a nice dinner out! It doesn’t matter who pays for it.
And a single panel pretty much sums up the entire evening, possibly the entire weeks of Estelle’s sad relationship with Wilbutt:
It continues…
It always nice to have a little interlude (read, I like to screw things up!):
And then, back to the action!
(Editor’s note: (we got an editor?!??) the panel with Wilbutt wallowing in his own dinner, or possibly filth, was a Major Hit with the Reders of the CC!)
A number of readers are finding fault with Estelle, who lost $10K to an internet scam artist and will likely fall for Wilbur as well. I hardly know Estelle, but someone who adopts a one-eyed stray kitty is okay in my book. I’d rather see drunk, loud-mouthed, self-pitying Wilbur Weston as an endangered species.
Sooooo….while waiting for something to happen (Wilbutt still has to be drunk, right), I spent a little time doodling and borrowing some props from a Blondie strip:
AND THEN…it happened!!!! Sweet, glorious fed uppityness! I hate to think Estelle will regret her actions, but for now, I will just revel in them!
…by the disgustingly polluted sea. (But, oh! Those abs!)
…yeah, as if Mary doesn’t know what’s going on in Charterstone…Santa Royale…the United States….Earth….
And it’s not like Wilbur gives a damn….purple drank….
…has really very little to recommend it.
Things get better (or more interesting, at least) when he thinks that a little Dutch courage will get him through the evening. Have a good time falling into canals, Herr Wilbur!
That’s what happens when you don’t go loitering around in Falgreen’s.
