Lemon is back from looking at Jena's manager's apartment. "It was incredible." A German accented narrator explains why: "Riva views. New kitchens. Party perfect. The Vindmere. An oasis from the vile obscenity of the human condition." Her offer was accepted, but Lemon still has to meet with the co-op board for approval and she's as nervous about it as a blind date. As a New Yorker, I'm nervous for her, although I can't imagine too much hassle from a co-op board in this city these days. The market is flooded. They build condos in Washington Heights now. Washington Heights!
Kenneth is sucking coffee from the pot now in Tracy's office. Tracy tries to get him to slow down, and I think it works, because Kenneth tries to fight Grizz, then hugs Grizz and says, "You guys are my best friends." It's funny 'cause it's true. Tracy sniffs the coffee and takes a sip, hoping for some of what Kenneth's on.
Here's a surprise -- C.C. walks into an OTB full of small-town coal miners. Is this A.J.'s college town? What happened? Actually it's Jack's idea. "You said you wanted to meet me halfway and this betting parlor in Pennsylvania coal mining country is exactly halfway the distance between my office and yours." He serenades her with promises of putting work second, or to at least treat her like she was work -- or at the very least to make her love and affection his night shift (great movie). Basically, Jack is so in love he's willing to work like a West Indian for it, minus about thirteen jobs.
Back at the Rock, a PA announcement calls for "Gladys Knight to the stage" as a dressed up Lemon walks up to a fully caffeinated Kenneth and drops about 20 German TV show DVDs into his lap. She's got the co-op meeting tonight, and she's heard him speak German during his page tours, so that qualifies him to summarize each show for Mr. Donaghy by tomorrow. Kenneth agrees to it, but then again, he's also doing an impression of Robin Williams...on coffee!
Fun fact about Central Park: Olmstead and Vaux actually segmented the park into many different "sections." There's Sheep Meadow, of course, where sheep were invented, and the Great Lawn, where the city's financial firms have their annual homeless Olympics; further north are the double-sided Irish-only/Negro-only patches of the park, a legacy of its original design when the Irish patch of the park was "anywhere they had to work to build it" and the Negro patch was "wherever white people weren't paying attention." But another overlooked patch was for Pennsylvania coal miners, and that appears to be the patch Jack and C.C. are strolling through. I'm sorry, did I just get off topic? Jack brings up the idea of the two of them moving "here" to "Pennsylvania." They're not in Central Park (wink). He wants them to get away from their hectic work lives. Jack's cell phone rings and, from a bridge overlooking the lake, he chucks it into the water. C.C. is so moved, she does the same; then Jack screams out, "I'm in love!" as two ash-faced coal miners wearily lumber past. "God, I wish this place weren't halfway between DC and New York," one of them says. Jack and C.C. are in love with the country life. I hear someone yell from outside my street-facing apartment window: "Everyone hates you!" The city has its charms too...maybe I should move? Speaking of...