The two arrive at dinner, where Dana immediately bursts into tears. We're not shown why. None of the events leading up to her crying are shown. Mindy overdubs that the car "incident" has led to Dana's "emotional breakdown," but I have a distinct feeling we're just not being shown something. "In the blink of an eye, beastly Bridezilla dries her tears and spits fire!" Except, not at all. She very politely tells the waitress that they're in a bit of a hurry, and could she put a rush on their order, and the waitress is all, "Sure, let me see what I can do." Dana then says, "Fuck it," totally out of context. After a quick cut to her dad's girlfriend (I assume), she says, "I mean, it's been two hours. It's not that fun here." Okay. I don't think it's that bitchy to be slightly upset after waiting for food for two hours. Heads would have been rolling if I were in her shoes. But you know what? It doesn't matter, because that's the end of Dana for this week, which sucks because now I have to recap another ten minutes of Narbo. Weak.

It's Narbo's bachelorette party, and her "girls" are in full swing. Pun totally intended, because they are flappin'! "I don't know what my girlfriends have in store for me, but I know what Rich's best men have in store for him." Great, a tattoo. Wild and crazy times. We then get a shot of Narbo telling someone, "Get your ass in the car, now! Beeyotch!" "Beeyotch"? Really? At least try to make it fun by fucking with the word, Snoop-style. Like "bizznitatch," or "beeyaltazizzle." "Biznizzyatatatch!" Yeah, like that. ... Sorry, guys, not much sleep last night. And Narbo exhausts me. She's totally drunk (presumably on Cristal) before she even gets out of the limo, and starts embarrassing herself in front of a nightclub. She can't get in because she left her I.D. at home like an ass. I'm sorry, but her skinned is so over-tanned that it looks like leather. How could they doubt that she's over twenty-one? The editors try to blur out some of the more risqué items, such as the cock-straw she keeps waving around, to no avail. She acts like that one drunk girl at the party that nobody wants to talk to because she keeps embarrassing herself again and again. But do I feel sorry for her? No. Because she's doing the one thing she forbade Rich and Kevin to do: hitting up a strip club. What a snizzbazzlopadoo.