The bored houseguests lament the lack of music in the house. Oh, if only an unthreatening pop singer were available to sing a few songs for them! My favorite part of this sequence is when Roddy is asked to demonstrate what is apparently his signature dance. Danielle calls it a "goofy dance." Roddy deadpans, "It's not goofy, it's highly sexy, and I can see how you'd want to distance yourself from that much eroticism." HA! That made me laugh for two reasons. One, because it was inherently funny to me. And two, because it terrified Marcellas. No, not really. Reason two is actually that it was a dead-on imitation of Sports Night dialogue. And I miss Sports Night more than I can tell you. At any rate, he does the dance, and it is, in fact, goofy. Frustratingly enough, it is also sexy to me, because I have a hard time resisting goofy. Roddy's a clever one, indeed.
Amy pulls the houseguests into the living room for a special competition. First, they have to get dressed up for a "special night out." Marcellas loans clothes to all the boys. Hee. Roddy is my favorite, doing a sort of cute-geek thing with spiky hair and little shades. Amy puts on sixty-five pounds of eye makeup, apparently fearing that they might be appearing in a stage play. She's also doing that thing where you combine very, very dark eyeliner with a very pearly-pink lipstick, and I hate that. What's more, she puts it with a matching pearly-pink one-shoulder top with a ruffle on it, and that is just about more than I can take. Such a pretty girl, and always working to make herself less so. And now, the actual competition. Run all over the house and find eighteen CD cases. Assemble them into a puzzle on the table, and if they get it right, they'll get a prize in the backyard. The CD cases are not exactly carefully hidden. It's really more gathering than hunting. Lisa starts putting the puzzle together, so she's the first one to see words start to emerge. "Oh my God," she says. "Keep getting it." When they put the puzzle together, it says, "Sheryl Crow: Live in the backyard."
Now, I should probably disclose my own feelings about Sheryl Crow, which go approximately like this: "Eh." I think of Sheryl Crow as being sort of a perfectly placed pop product -- not too hard, not too soft, not too sexy, not too squeaky-clean, not a glamour girl, but not boyish...I just don't think she's a particularly wonderful singer, nor do I particularly like her songs. In order to remind me of this fact, she starts her set with "All I Wanna Do," which is up there with "How Bizarre" and "Mambo No. 5" in the history of songs I often forget actually exist outside dreams I have where I wake up screaming.