At the pool house, Rory and Logan are (avert your eyes!) MAKING OUT on the couch. Actually, they are having a threeway with her Birkin Bag, and are interrupted when Emily knocks at the door. She sends Rory off to look for something in the bedroom so that she can surreptitiously ask Logan whether he has made any special plans for Rory's birthday. I must stop here to comment on Logan's jacket, which features a frayed collar and lapels and looks like he dug it out of the Oliver Twist costume trunk down at the community theater playhouse. Anyway, he raises his eyebrows, saying he has made no plans, and it's clear that he has planned nothing, because he didn't even know it was about to be Rory's birthday. Emily barely waits for Rory to emerge from the bedroom before asking how she would feel about a birthday party to be held at the house. Rory reluctantly agrees to a party, and Emily leaves, beaming about Rory turning twenty-one and ordering the youngsters to get back to whatever they were doing. "Hey," Rory smirks, taking Logan by the arm and leading him back to the sofa. "Grandma says." Logan can't believe Rory hadn't told him about the birthday, but she shrugs it off, saying she's just not that excited about it. Finally, it comes out that she's bummed, remembering her legendary plans with her mom. "My mom and I have been planning for my twenty-first birthday since...well, my first memory is kindergarten," she says, "but I have a feeling she was talking about it before then." Cute, but strange, seeing as how Lorelai wasn't even twenty-one herself when Rory went to kindergarten. Rory explains the whole scheme to Logan exactly as Lorelai explained it to Luke. "It was a pretty big thing," she says, "and now we're not talking and it's not going to happen." Logan says he knows she misses her mom, though the concept is a little hard for him to grasp, and he sweetly offers to take her to Atlantic City himself. ["Because he doesn't really understand her!" -- Wing Chun] She declines, saying that a party will be fine, and they celebrate by making out all over again. I miss making out on couches, man. Don't you? That is some fun, right there. Not that I'd ever make out on the couch with Brent Bracknell in the den while my parents were like ten feet away in the living room, or anything. I totally never did that. Repeatedly, every weekend for three years.