Anybody else now anxiously awaiting their invite to the Mer-Der nuptials? I am now. The sight of Derek in his fancy-schmancy tux really pushed me over the edge of excitement — and also reminded me of how intensely I used to crush on him the first few seasons before I was numbed by everyone’s constant fawning over him. It also brought home the fact that they’re finally getting married, and I felt as thrilled for them as I would be for my own long-suffering-in-love friends. That, incidentally, is the magic of Grey’s Anatomy: We feel like we’ve been through everything with these people, and we love them like real-life friends even when they annoy us.
Speaking of friends, Callie and Mark have become one of my favorite BFF pairings on TV, and I’ve grown perfectly content to see them as nothing more — despite their earlier on-call-room dalliances. They have some great small moments of friendship, none more so than tonight when Mark told Callie he had a present for her, and she told him she didn’t want his pity money, but then was disappointed to find out he wasn’t offering her cash. He said it was better than that, and took her to a patient. ”She fell out of a tree and broke all her limbs,” he told her. Her response: ”Oooh, this is better.” Another reason we love our Grey’s: dark-and-twistiness.
The focus soon switched from friends to family, though, as Meredith and Lexie’s dad — 29 days out of rehab, apparently — showed up in the Chief’s office to make amends. And when the Chief recommended some support groups in the area because he’s been there himself, Thatcher (whose wife, you know, spent years cheating on him with the Chief) even said, ”that’s one more thing we have in common.” Awwwkward. Though apparently the Chief was hell-bent on making his own kind of amends with old Thatch because soon enough, he was paging the Grey girls into his office. ”Did we kill anyone lately and don’t remember?” Meredith asked Lexie, wondering what the urgent matter was. But the Chief simply wanted to beg the ladies to hear their dad out. They (begrudgingly, in Meredith’s case) did, and then Meredith declared coldly, ”Congratulations. You seem well. Good luck.” She calmly left, leaving Lexie to hug it out with the dad who didn’t abandon her.
Things just got more parent-tastic from there when Sharon Lawrence showed up as Izzie’s mom. The first thing out of her mouth: ”Excuse me, young and yummy doctor.” Yeah, that was to Alex. Awwwkward, once again. No matter though, she was thrilled to find out he was Izzie’s BF, and thrilled to be clucking around Izzie’s hospital room in her totally-Forever 21 hot pink off-the-shoulder top. Izzie wondered aloud who the hell called her mom and asked her to come, and, well, who could blame her? Mom was doing Izzie’s Tarot cards and calling her psychic to see how the whole cancer thing would turn out — and for the record, her phone psychic felt skin cancer was treatable if caught early enough. ”That’s great,” Izzie sighed. ”A psychic with Internet access.” Mom was a little worried, though, because she’d watched an episode of Tyra (brilliant!) about a girl whose cancer started with a ”mole on her privates”: ”It was bad. She was bald and everything.”
NEXT: Meredith crosses a line