The next morning, the phone rings. Lorelai tells Rory to let the machine get it, since she can't stand talking to another teen who can't speak English. It's Darren Springsteen, saying he read Rory's records and that they're perfect. He says she's tailor-made for Harvard, and that she should have no problems getting in. He says he'll tell everyone in Harvard admissions (who's getting special treatment now, Miss Thing?), and that she should start packing her bags. Both Gilmores are a little depressed at the good news. "You're in," Lorelai says, which start my giggles because "You're in" sounds like "Urine" and I'm seven. Lorelai asks Rory what she's doing today. Rory says she has newspaper things. Lorelai says she's got some hotel stuff to do. Rory says that the newspaper stuff can wait. Lorelai says that the hotel stuff can wait. They decide to "just hang" today instead.

Rory and Lorelai decide to hang past Luke's, where Cardigan Man and Luke are fighting over the new banner for the soda shoppe. It's no longer called "Stars Hollow," but "Taylor's Olde Fashioned Soda Shoppe." Luke hates those extra p's and e's on the end of the words as much as I do. As they bicker, and I start to pull the skin off my face, the girls continue torturing me by walking past...yep, the Troubadour. Just icing on my hate cake. "You never see tomorrow comin'," he sings, as Rory and Lorelai walk away with their arms around each other.