Out in Stars Hollow, Rory is shopping through her list of items she has to get before leaving. Lorelai advises her about travel shampoo, saying 23 small bottles are lighter than one large bottle, which...I'm not sure if that's technically accurate, but perhaps it would be easier to pack them? ["Not to mention...you're on the road, not shipwrecked. I'm thinking you can buy more shampoo along the way?" -- Miss Alli] They discuss other stuff, like the postcards Rory wants to get to send to Lorelai from all her road stops. "You could just email me," Lorelai reminds her, but Rory says postcard-writing is a dying art and getting mail is so much better than email. "Plus," she adds, thinking of being separated from her mom, "we'll talk all the time." Lorelai shrugs. "Yeah, yeah," she says, and she immediately goes back to discussing the list. Rory looks worried for a second, but is soon caught up in the other items she needs. Lorelai has a sudden recollection -- when Miss Patty hurt her back last spring demonstrating ballet moves for the little daffodils, she got a chair back support thing to help her with the pain. Lorelai is sure she'd loan it to Rory. "Yeah," Rory says, "but do I really want to be known as Back Support Thingy Girl?" Lorelai: "Hello. Two-hour speech. Metal folding chairs. 'And now we'll take questions for an hour.'" Rory sees the logic. They arrive at the dance studio to find the door closed and locked. "Weird," Lorelai says. "She never locks this." Patty cracks the door to their knocks. "I'm consulting with my muse," she says, not letting them see into the darkened studio. Good thing, too, since the entire town is inside pressed up against the wall, hiding from them. When Rory and Lorelai leave and the coast is clear, they hold their secret town meeting. Well, actually, Taylor wants them to all understand that this is not an official town meeting, as they have already broken several of Robert's Rules. Lane sighs. "Taylor, isn't it worth breaking a few rules over?" she snarks. "It is Rory, for God's sake." Hee. Beautiful. Lane has grown up.
The townies get into a side discussion about the delicious pies Sookie is cooking up, causing Taylor to do his usual shrill routine. Well, what's a town meeting if it doesn't get on my nerves? Why should the last one being any different? SOB! Taylor tries to put his foot down, saying Luke doesn't have the proper permits to barbecue on the square, but the crowd will have none of it. "Hey, Taylor," Babette yells. "If this meetin's unofficial, then whatever you say is unofficial. Luke's barbecuin'." They discuss the arrangements -- Kirk will be the DJ and Lulu will bring balloons -- and all of it stresses Taylor right out. "This is highly irregular," he screeches. At this, Zach stands to be counted. "DUDE," he says, forcefully. "You're who's highly irregular." Finally, somebody says it. Luke joins in. "I don't know what your problem is," he says, "but the town wants to throw this party, and you're either gonna join us, or you're gonna stay home and comb your beard." HA! Well, I don't know why you had to drag his beard into it, but okay. With rousing cheers, Luke tells them all to meet in the square after dark to get started.