Yes, yes I am aware that a good portion of our readers aren’t lucky enough to live on the right coast but I can’t resist liveblogging this huuuuugely important event— my girl crush is goin’ to the chapel and she’s, gonnnnnna get marrrrrried. Besides, the original post on Neela’s nuptials has triggered a fascinating discussion about regional bridal traditions in South Asia; that’s a lovely development, and this way we can feel free to focus on the actual ER ep, here.
So this is what I’m going to do for everyone in a different time zone who isn’t watching with me right now: blogging starts after the jump. You don’t want to know what happens during tonight’s ER? Don’t click that handy-dandy “Continued” box OR the comments OR the permalink for this entry. Everyone wins.
SPOILER ALERT- after the jump.
The episode commences with our happy couple in bed, and then in the shower? Hot damn! Jump right in, why don’t we?
They’re skirting the M-word. Cute.
And…now they’re PDA’ing on public transportation. Geez, wait a few hours, you’ll be taking our precious little lotus flower’s innocence soon enough. ;)
I love how Abby Lockhart (Maura Tierney) tries to talk the blushing bride-to-be out of it— did I mishear, or at the end of her “does he drip on the toilet seat” litany, did she ask if Neela’s intended likes jam on his grilled cheese? Blech. I’m about to retaste dinner.
The brown doc is strictly business; while operating with her on a patient, nurses and a surgeon start kibitzing about reception venues and whether she’s registered— Neela’s all, “Let’s get medical, damnit!” oooh, she looks hot when she’s disapproving of silliness and frowning with consternation.
So when I quoted that sweet Dixie Cups tune from the ’50s in my opening para, I had no idea I was psychic— they really MIGHT be gettin’ hitched in the hospital chapel.
As Pratt teases Gallant about his lack of bachelor party (“no time to plan!”) I find myself wondering, “what’s the rush?” Gawd, I’m all Auntie-ing out, aren’t I?
Oh my…here it comes…the proposal through glass!!! In FRONT of everyone!
I’m such a CHUMP! I’m totally tearing up. Don’t lie, bitches. You so are too.
The engaged doctors are running out to get a certificate and rings…I am neurotic, I keep wondering if they’re also going to run to Devon Ave for her ‘fit. Sahil, perhaps?
ASIDE: I wanted to slap the organic-stick up-her-ass Mother as soon as she snottily insinuated that an X-ray was evil, after Lockhart requested one. Wahhh, radiation. Well, it’s 30 mins later and now I want to throttle her. Hey Sepia interns and residents, do people this annoying, selfish and, oh, CRAZY actually come in the ER? I’m fantasizing about Protective Services rescuing her poor children while she’s hauled off for neglect. GAH. >:(
OMG…here it is…the entrance…they’re gasping and I can see why…suddenly that “way you look tonight” song makes even more sense.
Aww, a hummed “here comes the bride” is sweeter than I ever expected it could be. That cake looks kinda sad, though.
Limbo to Barry Manilow at the reception? Eh, why not.
Note to Brimful: My future husband looks HAWT.
I wonder if she put the sari on herself. See? I think of the most useless things. Woops, is her sari slipping? It is! I saw covered boobage! Our girl is in a hurry to get her new spouse home— I think my joke about “precious little lotus” was dead on. ;)
Note to Brimful: He’s cheating on us. Sigh.
Only Neela could make a puffy down jacket look THAT good with a sari. She’s so lovely.
Wot? The preview to next week’s ER tantalizingly hints at ANOTHER alliance? Auntie is pleased. I just want to see you all settled, is that so wrong?
