I don't know where Michel's new swank cool hotel is, but it's certainly not in Stars Hollow, Harvard, or Connecticut. Everybody's dressed in black, and the people wear tiny headsets. "It's supposed to be the Mercer," I giggle. This is a huge shout-out, because at this very moment a plane has touched down in Los Angeles, carrying in it one of my very best friends, who happens to be a concierge at The Mercer, a swank New York hotel. Lorelai jokes that she can tell where all the Calvin Klein ads went to die. "They look like they all had the same mother," Sookie says, referring to the models draped all over the lobby. Lorelai comments that their mother is one tired supermodel. She tries to stop a woman who never loses a step as she passes them. "I wouldn't talk to us either," Lorelai says. Sookie tells Lorelai to talk to a boy, because boys like Lorelai.

Sookie and Lorelai go up to the front desk. Lorelai says that they're looking for Michel Gerard. "The corner of Mercer and Broome," the clerk says into his headset phone. (See?!) Lorelai tells Sookie that Janet Jackson is on the phone. "Uh huh. No worries," the guy says, wrapping up his call. The girls are startled to find that he's now talking to them when he says, "Yes?" Sookie asks for Michel. The man is back on the phone before Sookie can finish Michel's name. "Uh huh. No worries," the guy says. "He comes like the wind," he says to the girls before sashaying off. I'll bet he does.