Rory's led into the Room of Pretty Girls and is told she won't have a lighted mirror, since they all went to the girls who were there before dawn getting ready. The Debutante Ball Lady informs the girls that they all have to be ready to go by 7:30. This throws a panic among all of the girls in the room. I can't believe they didn't put Paris in this episode, pouting that she has to be a debutante, or Louisa, loving every second of it. Rory sits down next to a blonde and remarks that she can't believe she's got an hour and a half. "I know! I am never going to be ready!" the blonde says. She complains about the swelling on her nose (I guess she got a nose job right before the ball?) and then introduces herself as Libby. She holds up two different lipsticks and says she's thought about this all month and can't decide what shade to wear. She doesn't want to look like a whore. "Or a teacher," she adds with much more disdain. Rory says it's a difficult decision. Libby says that this cotillion will determine her social status for the rest of her life. "Wow," Rory says. "What if you trip?" Libby cannot believe that Rory just jinxed her. Rory says that she's the one who's probably going to trip. Libby says you shouldn't joke about things like that, and then barks at the woman doing her hair.
Lorelai tells the bartender that he's a wonderful, wonderful man, and that she's got a feeling they're going to be very close tonight. Emily walks up and gives Lorelai a once-over. Lorelai says she tried calling all night. Emily says she was busy. "And then we got here before you," Lorelai adds. Emily asks for Lorelai's point. Lorelai says she was just worried because she thought it was weird. Emily starts complaining about the flowers. "Baby's breath? What is this, County General?" Hee. Lorelai compliments Emily's dress. Emily hates the tabletops and carpeting. She wanted Rory to be presented in a beautiful ballroom. Lorelai tells Emily that it's fine, and that she's been too hard on everything. Emily leaves to give some woman named Nan a piece of her mind concerning the proper length for tablecloths.