Marjorie and Analeigh head to G-Star, where a representative asks Marjorie how she wants to split the $10,000 spree. She says evenly, which is really nice of her. I sure hope Analeigh pays her back by preventing her from getting date raped or something. Analeigh is very thankful that Marjorie shared her prize, and says that if she would have won she also would have chosen Marjorie in a heartbeat. For her part, Marjorie is happy to have split the prize evenly with her best bud.
Back at home, there is Tyra Post! "Tomorrow you'll be going Dutch, but you're gonna have to give 100%. Love, Tyra." The girls all try to remember what the saying "going Dutch" means, but have no idea. The optimistic part of me wants to classify them as post-feminist, while the realistic part of me just thinks they're dumb. And then, a thing happens. Analeigh announces that Marjorie is going to call "the boys" -- "the boys" being the hottie boat drivers from the go-see challenge. Sam asks Marjorie if she's sure that she wants the boys over. Marjorie, all horny from her first kiss, definitively says yes. Analeigh interviews that Marjorie is spastic all the time now. Whereas before she was simply dour, now she's manic-depressive. It's quite an improvement. On the phone Marjorie enthusiastically tells the boys to bring over some wine, because she needs pinot noir. Something tells me it's going to be a long night for the rest of the girls. Everyone gets made up, and Marjorie asks for help in choosing a better outfit, then notes that she wants a drink. I'm really surprised that the editors avoided putting in a chord of foreshadowing doom right then.
The boys arrive bringing copious amounts of food and booze. McKey tells us that she doesn't drink, and Analeigh doesn't drink, and Sam doesn't drink. This leaves Marjorie with six bottles of wine all to herself. And that's how she likes it. Don't judge, it's like a Tuesday night at my place. Marjorie seems extra spirited, and interviews that she's letting loose and having fun because of wine. She then adds, "Wine's my friend." But does wine shave your woo-hoo like your former best friend Analeigh does? I didn't think so. Though if I had to make a choice between Analeigh and wine, I think you know how things would go down. Marjorie is content to celebrate and is feeling very good altogether, and finds it positive that even though she may be slurring the room isn't spinning yet. Who knew our little French fry was such a lush?
The evening progresses, as such evenings do. First, everyone plays an innocent game of charades. Then Analeigh and Marjorie dress up one of the boys in high-heeled shoes and have him do a model walk. Then McKey wrestles another one of the boys in the corner. And then there's Sam, who's playing cards and doing magic tricks with yet another boy. And sadly, "magic tricks" is not a euphemism. Then, as Analeigh tells it, the alcohol kicked in a bit more for some of the party participants and things went from fun to messy. We see one of the boys daring Marjorie to kiss another one of the boys as much as possible in ten seconds. To Marjorie "as much as possible" apparently means "avec tongue." Everyone else watches and makes "ooooh" noises awkwardly as we head to commercials.