How come I never look this good whenever I get strong-armed into going out to drinks with co-workers instead of heading home for a quiet glass of wine like I would OBVIOUSLY prefer?
BECAUSE REBECCA HERBST IS PRETTIER
THAN EVERYONE, THAT’S WHY
Anyway, the point is: Liz has friends! Even if they’re just co-worker friends, which is a slightly different breed. It’s nice feeling like the hospital is a place where people actually work together and occasionally co-mingle, you know? (And nice to see Felix presented as more than just a sassy source of advice for straight women. Now let’s find him an actual romance, writers.)
Nurses’ night out also led to some welcome co-mingling of different story lines, although the fact that these involved the Maxie/Lante/Spinelli baby mess means my blood pressure got a work out:
SABRINA: You and Ellie seemed really good together. What happened?
SPINELLI: I made a terrible mistake. I told Ellie the truth.
Um, yeah. Spinelli? Pretty sure waiting literally five minutes after pledging your heart belonged solely to Ellie before hopping into bed with the ex-girlfriend you know is in love with you was the terrible mistake you made. Not being honest about it afterward.
Also, SHUT UP, SPINELLI. God.
Speaking of characters who need to shut their mouths post haste, can Lulu please just… stop? Like, stop everything she’s doing and saying? Unless the goal is to render her so insufferably annoying that I no longer care how horrible what Maxie’s doing to her is? (If so, then… mission nearly accomplished, I guess?)
Lulu, sweetie: Maxie is neither your robot nor your slave. You did not purchase her entire body; you merely rented some space in her womb. DIAL IT DOWN A NOTCH. OR TWENTY.
But of course, what Maxie’s doing to Lulu and Dante is incredibly horrible. Even worse? It’s nonsensical. First of all, the turbo speed at which this story is moving is just biologically implausible. (Ladies, who wouldn’t feel like having sex an hour after miscarrying, right?) But that’s nothing compared to the speed at which the characters are making emotional decisions. Spinelli ping-pongs back and forth between declaring his love for Maxie and Ellie; Ellie alternately breaks up with and then forgives him every other day.
And then there’s Maxie. This is a character who has never wanted to be a mother. Dealing with the fact that she’s now pregnant with her own child should be a huge emotional roller coaster for her. Instead, she’s barely reacted at all. And the only things that seem to be factoring into her decision to keep or give up the baby are Lulu and Dante’s disappointment vs. Spinelli’s relationship status with Ellie. Huh? Where in this are Maxie’s feelings about impending motherhood?
Oh, that’s right. SHE DOESN’T HAVE ANY. (Have I mentioned I really hate this story?)
All I can say is thank goodness the Giambetti brothers were there to provide a break from all the annoyance. I know. I can’t believe I just typed that sentence either.
Finally, I need to give a shout out to Michael, who achieved what I’m going to go ahead and already call as Line of the Week, and it was only Monday:
TRACY: That’s some memory you’ve got.
MICHAEL: Yeah, well people remember hurtful things, which makes you very quotable.
You all know I love Tracy madly (and especially more after today’s unexpectedly touching scenes with Connie), but… WORD, MIKEY.