...Letitia, who's poring over the seating chart and sighing to a just-appearing Karen that "the ambassador" decided to bring a date at the last minute. I just hate the way those guys abuse their diplomatic immunity. Karen unceremoniously tells Letitia she's having second thoughts; after denying they have anything to do with Nick, she informs Letitia in regard to Freddy, "He's not exactly, um...complicated?" While I'm sure there were innumerable layers to his caddy. Letitia sighs that Karen is just like Tripp in that she's a hopeless romantic, which...wasn't she just a few episodes ago accusing Tripp of being cold and unfeeling? Something like "God forbid Tripp Darling feel anything," maybe? Anyway, Letitia goes on about real romanticism being the ability to wake up every day and tell your partner "I choose you," which continues to be more than a little odd coming from her, as Karen is both quick and succinct in pointing out. Letitia somewhat breezily says that having two lovers was her mistake, and really, this scene for me is kind of off from soup to nuts, but maybe I'm overthinking it. Then again, I haven't been known to be exactly complicated either.
Tripp is on the phone with Patrick, highly emotionally begging him to tell him why he's pursuing this "vendetta" against Tripp's friends. Basically, Patrick is taking far too much pleasure having the upper hand against his father, and the coup de grace comes when Tripp tells him he should move out of "The Imperial," only to have Patrick high-handedly inform him that he already has. Tripp sounds close to tears as he sputters Patrick's name, and Patrick rather brutally hangs up on him before we pan over to see that Elder has been sitting with him the whole time. Elder officiously tells Patrick that he's doing the right thing, "for you and for your city." Whatever you say, douchebag. Also, Patrick, it's not exactly growing a spine when someone else's hand is up your back, you know?
In his study, Tripp is trying to get to the bottom of a bottle of tequila (from the shape, it's Patron, maybe?) the hard way when Nick enters. This is the latest we've seen him come into an episode, I think, no? Tripp says that Nick looks like he could use a drink. Nick: "It's nine-thirty in the morning." It's also the day of Karen's wedding, Nick. I know you fancy yourself as something of a maverick, but do you really want to be the only one sober? Nick asks if Tripp is putting his liver through boot camp because of Patrick's press conference, but Tripp says he has a ritual every time Karen gets married (hee) that he learned from her first father-in-law: you open the bottle of tequila first thing in the morning, and by the time you go to bed, it's got to be bone-dry. Well, as much as I love Tripp, I think waking up next to him tomorrow morning and declaring "I choose you" is going to be a bit of a tough sell. Tripp again pushes a shot on Nick, who accedes like a good WASP. Tripp then pours Round Two as he muses about how the magazines go bazoo for pictures of Karen's weddings; he then orders Nick to meet with reps from the photo agencies and come to an understanding, and authorizes him to give whatever money is collected to charity. They toast to Karen and down another shot, and I hope that's it for now, or who knows what Karen will be doing in the photos that get sold to the tabloids. I mean, just from what we've seen since the show started, the possibilities are pretty limitless.