Okay, I don't watch Buffy, but that commercial for "A Buffy Christmas" is really lame, right? And what is with Buffy's bangs? And furthermore, Angel is NOT CUTE. Seriously, does the WB have some policy in place for hiring actors purported to be cute, but who in fact have huge, square heads?
Then we're at the party and it's still totally light out. At seven o'clock. In November. Also, as at Pacey's Pier Party, there are kids out on the water. On jet skis. In bathing suits. Jen says, "Don't judge, Dawson." Dawson says, "No, I'm not judging, I'm just observing...the destruction of young America." Jen corrects him: "Fun, remember? That's what this is going to be all about, is fun." "I think I miscalculated," says Dawson. I have no idea what that means. They come upon Chris and Todd sitting on a step drinking what I presume is beer out of plastic cups. Jen says hello. Todd gives Jen the once-over and smirks approvingly. Chris greets them and immediately fishes a beer out of a nearby cooler and hands it to Jen. Todd says, "Dawson, you're a surprise, dude." Dawson shrugs and raises his eyebrows, saying nothing. Oh, just go home. Jen thanks Chris for the beer. Chris asks Jen to dance, and she starts to go with him, then turns around and calls back to Dawson to come with them. Dawson says no but tells her to go have fun. Jen instructs Dawson to enjoy himself while being dragged into the house by Chris, and followed closely behind by Todd. Dawson takes a breath, then watches through the screen door as Jen dances with both Chris and Todd, and sips her beer.
Then we're presumably in the back yard of the McPhee house, because there's Mrs. McPhee in gardening gear messing around with some plants, and it's bright as bright can be -- like, four o'clock in the afternoon looks at the height of summer, even though it was just seven o'clock over at Todd's a minute ago, and even that was far too bright, but whatever -- and Pacey comes through the gate and Mrs. M greets him with genuine-sounding pleasure and affection and says it's nice to see him again. Instantly Andie is beside Pacey and trying to get him into the house and away from her mom, telling Mrs. M. that they'll be inside studying. Mrs. M. asks if they'd like something to eat, and offers to make a sandwich. Pacey says he just ate. The entire garden is bright green and fully blooming. In November. In Massachusetts. Okay, I'm really starting to get annoyed, now. Mrs. M. asks what they're studying. Pacey answers that it's U.S. History and Biology. Mrs. M. gets that dewy look in her eye and says, "If Tim were here, you could get some help. U.S. History is one of Tim's favourite subjects." Pacey narrows his eyes and says nothing. Andie nervously says, "Okay!" and they go into the house, where Pacey says, "I thought you said your mother was getting better." Andie brightly answers, "She is, she just slips sometimes." Pacey says, "Well, I don't mean to be insensitive, Andie, but she still talks about your brother like he's still alive." Andie says, "Well, she has her good days and her bad days." "And what day is this?" Pacey asks. Andie whips around and threateningly says, "Pacey." "Sorry," says Pacey, and they go up the stairs...
...where Andie opens the door to her bedroom, which is painted pink and features a sizeable shrine of trophies. Pacey heads straight for the trophies (kind of the focal point of the room) and remarks, "You know, the only thing I ever won came out of a cereal box?" and I don't know if that's a shout-out or not, but when you get something in a cereal box, technically it's not winning anything. Andie, standing at her desk, says nothing, but smiles. "How do you do all this?" Pacey asks. "[Indecipherable] Type-A personality, my God, Andie. On top of everything you take care of your family and you still find time in the day to try and rescue a guy like me." Andie looks modestly down at her desk. "Aren't you tired?" Pacey asks. Andie hesitates a moment and answers, "You do what you gotta do." I know we don't know anything about Andie's and Jack's dad except that he's overseeing the failing family business, but leaving two pretty young kids alone in another state to take care of a mentally ill parent is not cool, and I already hate him. Andie tells him it's time to get started and assesses the state of his academic career in not-very-flattering terms, including "up Crapola Creek without a paddle" and "one Cliff Note away from --" "From complete and utter disaster; I get it," Pacey concludes for her. Andie smiles sheepishly.