Chris asks if Lorelai's available for the next night. "Well, I don't know," she says, all happy, "is there some reason you're checking my availability?" Sookie hears this and starts banging pots and pans around as a distraction while Chris goes on and on that he's got a fun date planned -- "Snakes on a boat?!" Lorelai asks -- and says he'll pick her up at 6. "Okay," Lorelai trills, "I'll be there at 6 to be picked up!" At this, Sookie slices a vicious gourd slice, most likely dreaming that it's Chris's head.

Back at Logan's fancy apartment, Rory is unpacking her rocket (heeee!) and looks around all morose. She makes it about .005 seconds before taking out her phone and calling him. When she does not get an answer, she leaves him an embarrassing co-dependent message and frumps down on the bed. When the phone immediately rings, she assumes it's him calling her back, but in fact it is Grandpa. He has interesting news. As Emily rifles through his entire wardrobe in the background, he tells her that his old friend and former fellow Whiffenpoof, the dean of undergrad education, has invited him to be a visiting economics lecturer at Yale this semester. He is, he tells her, very excited. Rory congratulates him and suggests that they have dinner to celebrate after his first class on Thursday, but Richard says he's already promised himself to the dean. This news surprises Emily, who had planned for them to dine with the Sudberrys. She makes the incomparable personal sacrifice of agreeing to have dinner with them, alone. "Oh," she cries, "the life of a faculty widow." Have I mentioned my husband is preparing to become a college professor? I am hoping being a faculty widow comes with more perks than the life of a grad student widow. Surely, the beer will be better.