Witterschloss. Gretchen, still sporting the ironed hair and now clad also in a retina-searing hot pink sleeveless v-neck top with a matching necktie doodad and about a pound of Wet 'n' Wild purple eye-shadow, brags that she's attended "at least a dozen raves, and they've all been great." Joey primps in the mirror and snarks about sweaty people packed together and "potentially ear-damaging decibels," and Gretchen sticks a fake crown on Joey's head and chides her to give it a chance. In the kitchen area, Pacey product-places a Nantucket Nectar and shakes his head at the crown, although a headpiece like that would probably fit right in at the average rave. Joey says she's "actually kind of excited to check out this new revolution." Oh, for God's sake. It's neither new nor a revolution. Please, spare us the master's-thesis blatherskite on the higher meaning of raves. Pacey and Gretchen do the sibling-banter thing on the subject of Gretchen's former-Homecoming-Queen love of high-school dances, and Gretchen tells Pacey that, if he doesn't want to go, she and Joey "are totally fine leaving [him] here." Pacey says he's into going. Gretchen answers the door and finds Dawson; he's "cashing in [his] rain check." Gretchen invites him in. Awkwardness ensues. The foursome heads to the car.
Ryan Home. Andie says they have to go, it's time to pick up Jack; Jen can't find directions to the "map point"; exposition of the map point as "a buffer zone for undesirables" where rave-goers get directions to the actual location; yeah, yeah, we all saw the "I want to buy an egg" scene on 90210, back when a rave plotline might have had something resembling relevance. More bitter grumbling from Jen about "grooving to the point of exhaustion" and "disenfranchised youth." Andie feels guilty for making Jen come with her. Jen reassures her that she wants to celebrate with Andie. Andie says she thinks they need to have some fun, and goes to pee. Jen digs into her underwear drawer and gets out the E-Tarts and strokes them. The Piano Of Peer-Pressure Conflict plays. Andie comes back in to get her lip gloss and spots the party favors. "We're not talking aspirin, are we?" she asks Jen, concerned. Jen bites her lip and looks guilty.
The Levi's corduroy-badger-mating-dance commercial cracks me up.