Smells like...
Seattle Grace smells funny. I’m not just talking about the kind of standard hospital scent that overpowers your nostrils with Lysol and ammonia… No, I speak of a much more complex aroma. A strong, robust, seasoned fragrance. An odor that reeks of widespread gossip, secret trysts, unabashed ambition and – perhaps most of all – guilt.
Ah, yes, the guilt. Meredith Grey must’ve bathed in that stuff last night. I walked into her hospital room this morning and the pungent stench of guilt was the only thing to smell. No more lavender. Just guilt. Yeah. The guilt was just seeping out of Mer’s pores.
I decided to bring Meredith some flowers. You know, to celebrate her discharge from the hospital and rejoice because George didn’t kill Meredith in her appendectomy surgery. It turned out that Mer wasn’t exactly in the mood to celebrate. You see, last night, she made her decision. And the winner is…
Nobody. Yet. Let me explain.
Apparently, Mer dumped McVet. Let me just say, it’s about freakin’ time! Now can I do my little happy dance and chant “I told you so, I told you so”!!!!????
Finally!! McVet is gone. Outta the picture. Yesterday’s news. G-O-N-E for G-O-O-D. Okay, so he was a great guy. He saved little kittens. Wah wah, big deal. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: McDreamy and Meredith all the way.
Anyways, it was a little difficult to do my little happy dance properly because Meredith just kept staring at me with those big, glassy, guilt-ridden eyes. Okay, what was her problem?
Well, for starters, she hasn’t told McDreamy that she dumped McVet. I handed her my cell phone and told her to make the call. She wasn’t playing. It was then when I started to feel bad for Mer…
You see, Meredith told me, on one hand, she’s glad she made the decision. On the other hand, she knows – she just knows – that Derek is going to hurt her again. Okay, we all know that Meredith has been in a countless number of fun, enjoyable, pleasurable positions with Derek. Yeah, those are some great positions. But, the current arrangement of being in love with someone that’s more than likely going to hurt you, again? Seriously? Not much fun, enjoyment or pleasure is coming out of that one.
And, while I’m blogging about fun, enjoyment and pleasure… McSteamy and Callie? You know where I’m going with this one, folks. They were both in the bar last night. To be honest, I couldn’t really tell who was picking up who! All I know is that they left together. After they each downed a few drinks.
Now, before you get all irate about Callie becoming an honorary member of the DMC (that’s Dirty Mistresses Club), she told me that she broke up with George. So, technically, Callie can do whatever her heart desires. And, from the looks of it, Callie’s heart desires a little McSteamy action. Honestly, who can blame her?
Oh! I almost forgot to tell you about Izzie and Denny’s dad in the bar yesterday. I gave them their privacy, but it looked like Izzie got pretty emotional. And, so did Denny’s father. I saw him hand an envelope over to Izzie before she left. It was all kind of inconspicuous.
Dude. I really, really, really want to know what the heck is in that envelope. The wheels in my head are definitely spinning on this one. The whole thing is a little weird. Who else smells something fishy? I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. Until next time…
-Joe the Bartender
