Ok, so last night, they (here, "they" means ABC, I guess) reran the episode from season one where George gets all bent outta shape because Meredith and Izzy keep walking in on him in the shower. And I really have to take George's side on this one. Seriously, I'm not an overly modest person by nature, but there are limits. But the really cool thing is that Izzy is walking around in Hello Kitty underwear. So here's my confession: I sometimes wear Hello Kitty underwear. I know, I know, this may be a case of TMI; I rather tend towards sharing more than people really want to know. But seriously, this is great, because I can almost pretend that I'm nearly as cool as the chracters on Grey's Anatomy. Now, if only I'd meet my own personal Dr. McDreamy, I'd be set.
And I know this isn't the first time I've mentioned Patrick Dempsey in a post. But I love that he demonstrates that geeky guys (think: Can't Buy Me Love) can grow up to be kinda sexy but still rather geeky guys.
But then, I'm all conflicted about liking Grey's Anatomy. I mean, like Meredith, weren't we all in love with Dr. McDreamy? (Ok, Ok, I know that I throw around the phrase "in love" rather too often. I'm in love with a character on TV; I'm in love with teaposts; I'm in love with pasta with gorgonzola cream sauce; I'm in love with the perfect cuppa.) But then, like Meredith, we find out that he's married. And I hate this, when this happens on TV or in a movie, when they set it up so that you want married character to get together with someone who isn't his or her spouse. In real life, I'd be so not OK with this, but when it's Meredith and McDreamy, I want to see her with him. You don't have to be a psychoanalyst to note that I'm identifying with Meredith here. At the same time, I'm rather shocked and bothered by how promiscuious M's become, especially in season 2. In real life, I'd be pretty not OK with that, but I keep watching the show. I dunno.
"Paging Dr. McDreamy, Paging Dr. McDreamy." If I page long enough, will he show up?
Yes, deciding I'm all gaga over TV characters is all kinda dumdum of me. I know this.
Ok, so who would I rather be stuck on a desert island with: McDreamy, Inspector Morse, or Albert Campion?
When I was in college, my roomate Cort and I used to lie in bed at night giggling as we played what we called The Desert Island game. Our favorite delimma was this: Eric Karros or Mike Piazza? That's a real toss up. So, now I'm all nostalgic for C. and staying up late at night and giggling. Hey C, if you are reading this, do you remember these: "What? Frazer owns Disneyland?" "What? he has legs like Darryl Strawberry?" There were more inside jokes, but I can't remember them any more. Oh, how about this one, "You have all the qualities I'm looking for in a wife"? My mom even still remembers that one. Remember when we were accused of cheating in either OT or NT survey? Remember when we got kicked out of registration by leg-warmer lady because our skirts were deemed to be too short? Remember skipping chapel to meet the gang at Cambridge Coffee House? Oh, here's a good one: do you remember drinking Aftershock, of all the vile things, and "Thanks for coming, guys!" Do you remember when throwing pennies at Stimerman's window seemed like a good idea? Best of all, do you remember when I "went for the triangle" and split someone's lip, which of course grew out of midnight Uno games and "rubine" and, "Hey, you, placenta head!" Remember when Joybug decided that we should call Stinky by his real name because doing so would encourage more mature behavior from him? The weird part was that everytime anyone called him anything besides "Stinky," wouldn't know who was being referred to. Oh, and what about the Big D, the "momager." Wow! life seemed so much simpler back then. Seirously, I'm all teary-eyed now.
This has been a very self-indulgent post; I realize that. But it's made me laugh and cry and realize that I love Cort and Joybug and all the rest.
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