(Note: This is verbatim.)

October 26, 2011

The scene shifts and suddenly I’m drinking whiskey out of a purse-shaped flask with Dr. McDreamy. He’s wondering how his life is so wrong. I just want to drink. We’re in a park at a fancy event and I’m wearing a cocktail dress, like it’s a wedding - and he’s drinking my booze and moaning about his angst while I’m keeping a lookout and trying not to get caught.

(The main question being: what am I doing at a wedding that doesn’t serve booze?)