May 15, 2006
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Three Months.
They want me to wait three months to see which way Meredith takes that first step. I could barely make it through last night waiting for tonight’s episode and they want me to wait an entire summer for her choice?
And can we all just say “WTF,” and get it over with? I mean, what the eff?
Denny?
Seriously?
SERIOUSLY.
I am so disappointed in the writer who authorized that whole hit parade. I cannot believe that after working her way up from Trailer Park Nothing, she is headed straight back there.
I cried for two nights, three hours, and bribed my child with candy to keep him quiet so you guys could leave me hanging like that?
Meredith?
Meredith.
I am forever loyal to McDreamy… and I have never been such a McVet fan, so we all know who I am rooting for, but I also know that Chris O’Donnell has signed on for at least 3 episodes next season… so of course they will drag it out even further.
Come on, Shonda!
In other news, I got completely smashed at my smashing bachelorette party. I don’t get smashed since I had my son, and it was a kind of liberating feeling to do so. I won’t be doing it again anytime soon, but it was nice while it lasted. We spent a ridiculous amount on a huge limo, but we had so much fun. I haven’t had that kind of fun in … well… ever. I would definately reccommend renting a limo, because even thought it is pricey, it is SO worth it.
We rode around and screamed at strangers. Fuego sucks. We got flashed by countless guys, we drank way too much, and Fuego sucks. We got into Cactus cover charge free, we drank too many shots at Barney’s, and we pranced around in Scoreboard. Fuego sucks. We were completely ready to spend lots of money and have tons of fun at Fuego, but they were charging FIFTEEN DOLLARS per person. And the door people were the rudest people of all time. I am so glad that they were overcharging for some ridiculous no-name rapper, because I think the inside would have sucked just as bad as the outside.
Like I said – Fuego sucks. Don’t be rude to people you don’t know. They may be Twizzler fanatics who will blab it all over their blog.
Oh, and FUEGO SUCKS.
My fiancé and son surprised me the next morning with flowers, a card, and a “get out of hangover jail free” card. They let me sleep my headache off in peace, and then helped me clean. What more could a mom and future wife ask for?
Not having to wait three months, an entire summer, for the next episode of Grey’s Anatomy… that is what.
Seriously……
Say “Twizzlers rule!”
