Time for the luxury competition. This week, it involves riding a motorized surfboard that's sort of like a mechanical bull. Not interesting. Really, really not. The prize is a sunset cruise on the Pacific -- and, more to the point, a chance to leave the house for the evening. The two top finishers will go on the cruise, while the two others will stay home. Jason talks about how desperately he wanted the prize, as does Amy. And in the end, those are the winners. I mean, I could go on at some length about the tipping and squatting and leaning and falling, but if you've seen Urban Cowboy, you really don't need it.
Time for Amy and Jason to get ready for the cruise. Amy dons her boozy white Marilyn dress. She's concerned that it makes her look flat-chested, but the girls assure her that it doesn't. When it's time to go, she and Jason are blindfolded and led from the house to a limo by way of a rope along which they have to feel their way. They chat in the car, still blindfolded, about how excited they are to just see something besides the back yard. Back at the house, Danielle and Lisa delicately start to discuss strategy. On the sailboat, Amy and Jason leave the dock and take off into the water. ["Glark and I got a nerdy thrill from the fact that they ended up in Marina del Rey, where we lived a few years ago." -- Wing Chun] The ocean is gorgeous, the sail is raised (or whatever a sailing person would say), and they head for the open water. They see some birds. And some seals. And before long, Amy starts to feel queasy. She takes the wheel for a while to calm her stomach, but it doesn't work too well. Amy's food is churning. The water does look a little choppy, and when Jason appears with a basket of food, she's more interested in a Sprite for her upset tummy. Before long, she heads for the side of the boat, leans over, and dumps her guts. Jason holds her hair back. Aw. She's terribly embarrassed, of course, because...how could you not be? But once it's over, she does seem to feel a little more solid.
Danielle and Lisa sit around the dining room and ridicule Amy, because...well, frankly, I don't know why the hell they have to do that. They make fun of her for flirting, for having hips, for liking Jason...sigh. She certainly has become the recreational target, no? It's so depressing when people are just small for no reason. I mean, it can be fun, but it's still depressing.
Back on the boat, Jason and Amy have a nice time together as the sun sets. They go below (ew! No, not like that!) and have dinner, and Jason DRs that Amy looked beautiful, even post-puking. Aw.