It's a dark and stormy day when Ali gets dropped off on the beach in Cape Cod to see Chris. Ali swears she has moved past the "friends" stage with Chris, which I think means she let him go to second, but it might mean third. Chris and his dog greet Ali on the beach and they spend some quality time strolling the sands of time. Chris points out that this is actually a romantic setting because whales are mating just over yonder. Yep, nothing like mating sea mammals to really set the mood.
They finally head home and Chris plies Ali with beer before giving her the depressing tour of the house, or rather, the tour of the depressing house. I understand that Chris L.'s family would have a lot of mementos and memorials to his dead mother, but if he is still so smarting from the wounds in that he has to mention it every five minutes: WHY IS HE ON A REALITY SHOW? Really, dude, take some time. Ali doesn't seem to mind. She likes the fact that he is damaged. She can fix him. Also, she fits in the nook of his arm. That's the stuff good lasting relationships are built on.
Ali still has frizzy rainy beach hair when she goes to meet Chris's dad. Guess the producers are putting the "reality" in reality TV and forcing Ali to forego primping and fluffing. No worries, though, Ali feels like she knows him already so he probably won't mind the frizzy hair. After some delightfully passive aggressive comments from his dad about how Ali "stole his roommate", the rest of the family shows up and everything I said about home visits before does not apply to this family. They are adorable, especially the sisters-in-law, although I bet Ali really wishes she had run a brush through her hair since the girls are very well kempt. But my favorite thing about the family is that they drink and they have both bottles of wine AND growlers of beer. They also all have matching bracelets to the one Chris gave Ali in Portugal. Fuck, they're adorable. Don't worry, I'm only saying all of these nice things because I am hoping they will rent me their house for the summer. A shingled three-bedroom house in easy walking distance to the beach? Damn, that's some prime real estate!