A Night of Make Believe

I lost interest in the Superbowl a long, long time ago. It was fun at first, when we decided to cheer for Seattle- since that's where Grey's is set- and we were pretending that the players were the cast of the show. We'd yell things like: "Go George! Pass it to McDreamy!" But that got old after awhile.

Still I sit here in front of the television, hoping for a good commercial and safe in the knowledge that, once I overcome this sports trial, Grey's Anatomy will be on. The trend in commercials this year seems to be people knocking each other over. The funniest one so far has been the Bud Light Magic Fridge. I've had far too much food tonight.

I threw a dinner party last night. I'm now writing a short story about it. Not now at this moment, but I started it before the Superbowl Party.

I think it was a good party. Everyone got so drunk off of wine that they couldn't leave and had to camp out in my family room. My cooking received many compliments. Everyone discussed what a wonderful writer I was (score!). And we spent a lot of time in a chain of pinky-swears discussing girl power, our own intelligence, and the need to find men who appreciate us.

Throwing a dinner party is sort of my version of playing House, except much more expensive. I feel like I'm playing at being grown up. I plan a menu, create a guest list, clean, decorate...and it's all prep work for being an adult, when I have to be able to run a household for real. I think I'll be able to handle it. I just need some money.

Less than seven minutes of this game...I wish it only took seven minutes.

Code Black on Grey's Anatomy tonight. What would you do if you worked at Seattle Grace and you thought you only had one day to live?

I would take George into the on-call room and have my way with him. But that's just me.