Let It Go

27.

"I'm married to an ass," Cristina announced, slamming her tray down on the cafeteria table. "That can't be very pleasant," Meredith replied, not looking up from the newspaper she was reading. She took a bit out of her turkey sandwich. "Probably doesn't smell very good either," Izzie commented, flipping the page of her magazine. "Aren't you two supposed to be those people who do the whole supportive thing?" Cristina asked. "You're married to one of the best surgeons in the country. You don't get a lot of support from me," Izzie commented. "Trust me, I suck at the whole supportive thing," Meredith added.

"Are you still bitching about Burke?" George asked, joining the table. "Shut George. You're Burke's 'guy'. He thinks your Bambi ass walks on water!" Cristina shot at him. George shrugged. "What's 'Burke's guy'?" Meredith asked, finally looking away from the newspaper.

"Every year, Burke picks an intern that is his 'guy'. George was picked when we were first years. He's Burke's favorite and it pisses Cristina off," Alex explained, pulling up a chair beside Izzie. He leaned over and gave Izzie a quick kiss on the cheek. "But George is general. Why is he Burke's favorite if he's not cardio?" Meredith questioned. "He took a liking to me back before we chose specialties," George explained. Meredith shrugged and went back o her newspaper.

"Why are we mad at Burke in the first place?" Izzie asked. "He stole my surgery!" Cristina exclaimed. "He did not steal it. The patient requested him," George argued. 'Burke knew I wanted that case!" Cristina continued. "What's the case?" Meredith asked. "Valve replacement - with a cow valve," Alex said. Meredith put the news paper down. "Seriously? Burke's doing one of those? I read about that in a medical journal not too long ago. What time? If I can get away, I'm going to the gallery to watch." "No you're not! None of you are going to watch. We're boycotting Burke. No one watches Burke. No one fuels his ego by sitting and starring while he puts cow parts in people." Cristina demanded. No one said anything, each of them knowing the others would be in the gallery right along with them at surgery time, despite Cristina's wrath.

"What's today?" Izzie asked suddenly, looking up from her magazine. "Thursday," Meredith answered. "No - the date." "June 28th." Izzie's eyes got big. "Seriously?" she asked. Meredith nodded. "Seriously. I've wrote it at least twenty times this morning.

"Oh my God!" Izzie shrieked. She grabbed Alex's arm. "Oh my God!" "What?" Alex asked. "It's June 28th!" Alex nodded. "Happens once a year," he said. "But... We're getting married! In less then four months!" Alex nodded again. "October 15th at Cardinal Point Vineyard at - six I think." "EXACTLY!" Izzie shrieked.

"Iz, why are we freaking out?" Meredith asked. "Because I'm getting married in less then four months and all I have is a place, a time, and a groom!" Izzie said, panic rising. "Oh my God! There's catering and a dress and bridesmaids and guest lists and cakes and invitations and tablecloths and napkins and tuxedos and favors and...." "Iz?" Alex asked, trying to interrupt her. "And flowers. Oh my God there are flowers. Lots of flowers. And a DJ. We need Honeymoon arrangements..." "IZ!" Alex said loudly. "WHAT?" Izzie snapped. "Calm down. We've got this," Alex said reassuringly.

"Seriously?" Izzie snapped. "Seriously? We've got this? That's the best you can come up with? Do you realize we have a whole wedding to plan in like, no time?" "How do you not have any of this planned?" George asked. "Wrong thing to ask George," Meredith muttered. "Because I'm a surgeon! We don't have lives! We live here! We cut into people and we save people! I thought I had time! Apparently though, I don't have time. I don't have time to plan my dream wedding. Oh my God I'm going to be one of those tacky trashy brides in those redneck wedding e-mails I get all the time!" Izzie howled. Cristina snorted back a laugh. The image of Izzie in a camouflage wedding dress amused her.

"Don't laugh! Don't you dare laugh!" Izzie said, pointing her finger at Cristina. "Okay," Alex said, standing up and pulling Izzie's chair out. He pulled Izzie into a standing position. "If I have a tower of donuts instead of a big, pretty wedding cake, I'm blaming you," Izzie said, pointing at George. "Why me?" George asked "Because you're the closest person to me right now!" Izzie snapped. "Actually Alex is..." George volunteered. "Don't worry - I'm sure everything else is my fault," Alex said wryly. "It is!" Izzie snapped again. "You and your stupid boy penis!" "Okay, come on Iz," Alex said, steering her away from the table. He looked at the rest of them. "We're going to go call a wedding planner, maybe take some Vicodin..." Meredith smiled. "Let me know if you need help," she told him. He nodded and then steered Izzie out of the cafeteria.