Interns Gone Wild

We’ve all been there.  I mean, it’s a pretty common occurrence, right?  Come on, don’t be shy…

You’re drinking.  You’re laughing.  You do another shot of tequila.  You make a silly face at your best friend.  You find yourself cracking up and LOL-ing all over the damn place.  Finally, it just happens…

You pick up your phone.  You dial a number you know you shouldn’t be dialing.  And, alas …the drunk dial is born.

Yeah.  The drunk dial.  In college, I had a nasty habit of doing it.  Pretty much every time I got drunk.  Yes, I am a drunk dialer.  And I’m okay with it.  Looks like Izzie and George are right there with me.

I was on my way home tonight when I checked my voicemail messages:  Walter called to see what time I was getting home.  My mom called to remind me about my dad’s birthday.  My friend Derrick called to see if I wanted to go out.  And then, someone called to …laugh?  Hysterically.  And, talk?  In some kind of incomprehensible language.  It took me a second before I realized it was Izzie.  A very impaired, highly inebriated Izzie.

After Izzie slurred her way through a sentence (I think it was a sentence), I soon heard George’s voice in the background.  Soon after that, more laughter.  I couldn’t really understand what they were saying, but, I think I heard the words:  “ER,” “swallowed,” and “a mouthful of potpourri.”  Not necessarily in that order.  I could be wrong, so don’t quote me.

Anyways, the message ended and I immediately hit the SAVE button.  I mean, that’s some good stuff right there.  I wish there was a way to upload that message on this blog.  Too bad I’m not as technologically advanced as I’d like to be.  But, trust me, the message was hilarious.  It sounded like Izzie and George were having a pretty wild time.  I hope they didn’t drive home drunk.  Wherever they were. 

Ah, these crazy interns and their drunk dialing.  Ya gotta love ‘em.  Yeah, they keep me young.

Hey…  I wonder if Callie knew that her husband was getting his drink on with Izzie Stevens tonight.  Mrs. O’Malley was in here earlier telling me about some huge argument she had just gotten into with George.  It had something to do with Izzie.  She wouldn’t get into the details, but I’m guessing it was pretty serious.  Callie didn’t stay very long.  Nope.  After two cocktails, she left me a huge tip (Callie always leaves me a huge tip), and went home.  Hopefully, the O’Malley’s will just kiss and make up.

Alex stopped by as I was closing up the bar.  He had just come from the hospital.  Told me all about this pregnant, amnesiac patient.  Yeah, this chick was in the ferry accident and lost all her memory.  The poor thing.   Alex seemed pretty concerned about her.  You know, it was actually pretty refreshing to see compassionate Alex.  I almost didn’t recognize the dude.

So, it seems that Burktina has hit a little bump in their road to wedding bliss.  Actually, make that a gigantic pothole that’ll surely take a lot of work to climb out of.  It turns out that Cristina’s ex arrived at Seattle Grace today.  Seriously.  He’s some old dude that’s famous for some fancy surgical technique.  Oh man, I’d give anything to have seen the look on Burke’s face when Famous-Old-Doctor-Man-Who-Loves-Cristina showed up.  I bet that was pretty classic.

Well, that’s all for tonight.  And, I just wanted to apologize for not updating this little blog of mine for so long.  I read all of your comments and it appears some of you are not very happy with me.  I apologize!  It’s a crazy time over here, okay?  Ferries crashing.  Interns dying.  Attendings fighting to become the next Chief.  Cut me some slack!  A lot of people need my alcohol-pouring services right now.

Alright, I’m gonna go listen to Izzie and George’s wild and crazy message again.  I need to laugh!  Until next time…

- Joe the Bartender