It's Friday, and there's a wedding happening. Here's our highs and lows...
Lindy-High: The wedding switch. Yeah, we said it. We don't care what you say. When Izzie couldn't quite make it down the aisle, and suddenly George was there, with his "take my hand." Dude, we teared up. Just a little. And then Alex used the dead valedictorian's speech from the ER as his vows. Also, P.Demp pushing the boundaries of modern medicine yet again to pinpoint Izzie's hallucinations -- we were loving it. Then again, maybe we're just happy to say goodbye to Dr. Mcpouty, self-doubting, tequila-drinker.
Olivia-High: Gotta agree with Remote Lindy. We got all choked up during that damned wedding scene. And the wedding dress. It turned out well, no? One might argue that Katherine Heigl and Ellen Pompeo are not the same size, but we're willing to suspend our disbelief and pretend that Seattle Grace has a tailor on staff specifically for these kinds of alteration emergencies.
Lindy-Low: We're more than a little uncomfortable with Izzie's wedding obsession, but that's not really our low. No, for that we go to Arizona Robbins. OMG, Kate Capshaw. How we despise you. There are people arriving in the ER cut in half, and you're whining and distracting Callie from, you know, saving lives. And once again, why are we acting like Callie doesn't have a paycheck? Is she a pro bono surgeon? No, right? She doesn't have med school debt because, presumably, her father paid for it. She's out of debt and she's been getting a SURGEON'S paycheck for years. Granted, when you lose your trust fund, you probably adjust your lifestyle a bit, but we never got the impression that Callie was all prada bags and private jets anyway. And she lives in Seattle, not Tokoyo -- we're guessing she can still afford a hundred dollar dinner or two. Just saying.
Olivia-Low: For this low, we need to have a heart to heart moment with Dr. Owen Hunt.
Dear O,
Can we call you O? We thought so. Listen, O, we still like you. We still like you even though you tried to kill Christina in a PTSD-induced shit-fit. We appreciate the fact that you are going to therapy. You're trying to get better and make up for your wrong doing. Kudos to you. Hip-hip-hooray, buddy. That said, we do not appreciate you touching Christina, trying to hold her hand, approaching her in any way. PTSD or not, you tried to choke her out. If she wants to hold your throat-throttling hands, she'll let you know. For now, back off mister. We'll be watching.
Love,
Remote O
Previously:
Shades of Grey's Anatomy: Don't Tell Mama
Friday Shades Of "Grey's Anatomy": Death Doesn't Become Her
Friday Shades of Grey's Anatomy: Wake Me Up Before You Kill Me
Friday Shades of Grey's Anatomy: Sometimes You Just Need an Enema
