Everybody Dance Now

I rarely get the absolute pleasure of seeing Chief Webber in my bar.  After all, the Chief used to have quite an affair with the sauce.  So, naturally, he doesn’t get to this place too often.  Sure, the Chief was here to celebrate his assistant Patricia’s birthday last month, and he’s come in for a Cape Cod here and a Shirley Temple there, but tonight…  Tonight was different.  Because tonight Richard came in with something quite new on his mind:  THE LADIES.

And, the Chief brought a wingman…  Mark Sloan.

Well, maybe the wingman brought the Chief.  Yeah, that definitely makes more sense.  I felt a little bad for the Chief.  Because Richard?  He’s got no game.  None.  Zero.  Seriously.

Here’s how it would go down…  Time after time…  Mark would introduce Richard to a woman.  Richard would – sorta, kinda – smile, politely.  Mark would leave.  And then – it would be so painfully obvious – Richard didn’t have a clue what to say next.

I guess none of the women Mark wrangled were Richard’s type anyway.  I’m pretty sure the Chief wasn’t interested in any of the 22-year-old, doe-eyed beauties Mark was choosing for him.  Poor Richard.

Soon enough, the Chief was put out of his misery when Addison showed up.  She made Richard dance with her.  And – let me tell you – the Chief?  Not that bad of a dancer.  In fact, the Chief’s a great dancer.  Seriously – he really started cuttin’ a rug out there.  Backin’ it up.  You should’ve seen him when “Brickhouse” started blaring from the jukebox.  At one point, I really thought Richard was gonna get down on his hands and knees and do the worm.  Good times!!

It wasn’t long before everybody started dancing.  Since when did this place become a nightclub? 

Anyways, Callie walked into the bar somewhere between Addison shimmying over by the pool table and Richard dropping it like it’s hot.  I could tell Callie was amused, but, surprisingly, she didn’t join everybody on the dance floor. 

Yep, something was definitely up with Callie.  She made her way to a barstool, took a seat and just kinda stared straight ahead.  I asked her what was wrong, and she just shrugged.  I asked her about George, and she immediately ordered a vodka soda.  Ah, George.  So that’s what’s wrong with Callie.  What else is new, I guess.

Callie started opening up a little more after her drink.  Apparently, she caught George in a lie.  You see, George told Callie he was in the clinic all day.  But, Callie knows that George was really with Izzie Stevens.  Yeah.  He even missed Callie’s coffee date.

I didn’t really know what to tell her.  I mean, it’s George and Izzie.  BFF’s George and Izzie.  Still, Callie was really upset.  It seems that George and Callie have been fighting a lot lately.  Yes, relationships are hard.  But are they supposed to be that hard?  I don’t know, but I have a feeling…

You know, to tell you the truth, I expected to see a lot more familiar faces tonight.  Cristina’s planning a freakin’ wedding, so I knew she wouldn’t show up.  But, Meredith?  Derek?  Where were they?  I guess they were home enjoying a nice, quiet evening by themselves…  You know, like they should be.

Alex didn’t even stop by tonight.  That's not like him. Something must be up. Whatever it is, I'm sure I'll hear about it tomorrow night.

Alright, I’m tired.  I’m exhausted.  My feet hurt.  Yeah, Addison and Richard somehow managed to get yours truly out on the dance floor tonight.  Man, I’m gonna be sore in the morning.  Have a good night, folks!

- Joe the Bartender