The next morning while everyone prepares for Rory's party, Rory announces that she's off to the college fair. She wants to see if there's a new Harvard brochure with new pictures.
Rory walks up to the Harvard table and asks for a brochure. Paris walks up and asks Rory what she's doing at the Harvard table. "Oh, no," Rory moans. Paris tells Rory that ten generations of her family have gone to Harvard so she has to go too. She tells Rory to go to Brandeis. "Brandeis is nice," Paris tosses, as Brandeis University offers Paris a big, "Thanks, Bitch." Rory tells Paris that she's only ever wanted to go to Harvard. She says that it's a big school and that they'd probably never see each other. They seem to settle on that. Paris starts to walk off, then turns around and asks Rory if she's dating Philllipppe. Rory is insulted. Paris asks if Rory likes him. Rory says, "Not even a little." Paris turns to leave but stops again and tells Rory it was a nice party. Clearly this girl is making the effort to be nice to Rory and possibly make friends, but Rory doesn't even notice. Point for Paris.
The party is rocking. Miss Patty arrives and says hello to everyone. Rory is dressed in a tiara and boa and opens her present from Lorelai. It's a blueberry iBook. Wow. That's like, one week at Chilton, yo. Lorelai tells her, "It's blue. It has a handle!" That's the same thing I shouted when I got my own blueberry iBook. Rory says it's too expensive and Lorelai says that's what she told the guy at the store. Sookie walks in with a birthday cake. Rory's face is represented in the icing. Everyone sings to Rory. Drella is sadly absent. Here's a nice touch: during all of this, Michel is sitting in a chair in the background talking on his cell phone. Rory takes about four tries to blow out her candles, so I hope she wasn't wishing for Harvard. Lorelai stands up to propose a toast to Rory. She says that Rory is the reason that she gets up in the morning. As they start to cut the cake the doorbell rings. "Geez, who the hell is ringing the bell? It's a party, get your ass in here!" It's Grandpa and Emily, of course. Insert record scratching sound here. "Or...asses, I guess," Lorelai stammers as we fade to commercial.
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