Rory goes in to see Logan and approaches his bedside with all the warmth of a snow cone. She quickly jumps straight to quirk mode, rather than make any heartfelt expression of relief that he's even alive. Rory still doesn't touch even his hand, which I just find incredible, and just sort of stands there with her arms crossed. Logan says that he knows he must look awful. "Well," she says, "now I know why you never let me see you without your makeup on." Logan admits that base-jumping with no preparation was a dumb idea, and that he was drunk and stupid to do it at all. Rory tells him that he's going to be all right, and that she'll be there as long as he wants; she can stay on top of her schoolwork via computer, and Bill can run the paper while she's gone. Logan tries to protest, saying he doesn't want her to miss too many classes, but she stops him: "I'll be here." He says he's glad.

Back at Luke's, the party is at full stop. The girls are sitting around, playing cards, bored out of their minds, and Luke is freaking out. His party is a dud. The big hit of the afternoon, so far, happens when all of the girls line up to use the bathroom at the same time. Luke panics and runs into the back, where he calls Lorelai. "It's a disaster," he says when she answers the phone. "The party, it's a total disaster." Luke says it's like a funeral parlor in the diner. "I didn't know thirteen-year-old girls could be so unhappy." "Haaaaaaaaaaaa!" says my thirteen-year-old self from the past. Luke tells Lorelai that he's been hiding in the storage room on and off, supervising through a peep hole in the wall. "You're peeping at the girls from the storage room?" asks Lorelai, ewwwing all the way. "I do not have time," says Luke through clenched teeth, "for any weird jokes." She asks why he didn't plan any activities. "It's a birthday party," he says, clenching again. "I thought that was the activity." Lorelai shakes her head and tells him to go upstairs and get his clock radio. "Why?" he asks, panicked. "So we can watch the minutes of the world's worst birthday party tick off one by one?" She says he needs to go get it, bring it downstairs, and put on some music; she'll be right over, if that's okay with him. "WHAT?" he yelps, practically stroking out. "Yes, Lorelai! Come! Hurry!"