Meredith is sitting down as the shower rains down on her, dead asleep. Been there, done that. Her voice sets up this week's theme. "Remember when you were a kid and your biggest worry was like, if you'd get a bike for your birthday or if you'd get to eat cookies for breakfast? Being an adult? Totally overrated." As someone who has spent the last week doing things like organizing her finances, I concur. She's now out of the shower and walking to work in a purple sweater that looks very similar to one I just bought. "I mean, seriously, don't be fooled by all the hot shoes and the great sex and the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. Adulthood is responsibility."
She stares into the distance as a woman tells her that her mother's Alzheimer's is advancing, so she'll need to sign everything over to Meredith while she still has periods of lucidity. Meredith croaks out, "Me?" She seems to have laryngitis. Through a glass door separating the desk where Meredith and the woman sit and the parlor where Dr. Grey is waiting, she eyes Meredith with a disapproving look as she plays anxiously with her watch. Meredith tells the woman about having not slept in two days, missing her morning rounds and doing her first heart surgery the next morning. These are her reasons for wanting someone else to take care of these issues with her mom, but the woman can't believe she's saying this about her mother's medical care, estate, etc. "Do you really want to leave her life in somebody else's hands? She's your mother." On the one hand, yeah, but on the other, maybe she shouldn't presume to know everything about the family dynamics of all of her residents. The responsibility voiceover continues until Meredith is at work in the OR, saying, "And if you're learning to be a surgeon, holding a human heart in your hands. Hello? Talk about responsibility!" At this moment, her half-mast eyes close completely and she doses off for a second, the heart slipping momentarily. When Burke wonders what happens, she just says that it slipped, which he's fine with.
In the peanut gallery, George is wishing he was there, Cristina belittles him by telling him, "a monkey could hold a heart," and George delightedly points out that she's just mad she wasn't asked to be in on it. Score one for George! Izzie sits down and tells them they need more ice and chips. Cristina suspiciously tells her, "Izzie, we said jocks only. Surgery, trauma, plastics. Who else?" Izzie nonchalantly tells her she invited some people from pediatrics. Cristina's upset about her inviting the "preschoolers" and then is even more upset to realize she invited people from psych -- the "mental defects." College would surely have been more entertaining had my major been called "mental defects," that's for sure. I think I'll start referring to it as that. George sternly talks to the girls and explains to us that they were supposed to be throwing a small cocktail party to meet Izzie's boyfriend who is coming into town. Meredith has no idea that the invite list has been growing, but Izzie promises she'll let her know. Cristina can't let anything go by without a snarky comment and asks Izzie if she's throwing the party to spend less time alone with him since he's bad in bed. She doesnât believe that Izzie just wants him to meet her friends, adding, "Right, sixty geeks in scrubs are your friends." That IS a lot of people. Her beeper goes off and she dismisses them with, "Bad sex, sucks for you."