"Some leafy plants raise their foliage up to the light on strong woody stems, able to stand alone; while others secure this result by climbing up on other plants."
If there's anything I like more than group dancing, it's everybody running around making shit happen. Especially with a good song in the background. This show does so well with tracking shots like this, the whole wedding is just this neverending end-to-end tiny scenes and it's so, so good. But of course, my favorite thing is Serena. One day (and Melrose Place, which is just excellent by the way, says that day is tomorrow) all those false categories of publicist, manager, event planner, cheerleader, life coach, modeling coach, head executioner, stylist, chief executive officer, trustee and witness will all fade away into one all-encompassing superjob. And on that day, Serena will finally reign.
"Hey, Jenny, you okay? You've been working on that dress all night." Jenny is flinging off those cartoon sweat bullets at the sewing machine: "Yeah. It's like my own Project Runway challenge!" Lily appears, just as impressed by this whirl as she should be, and asks S if she needs help. "For once, don't worry about any of the wedding details," Serena says, taking her mother's arm. "You work on getting married. And write those vows!" Lily proudly says she's done so, and Serena gratefully squeals, pulling her out of the traffic to hear them.
Over at the loft, Dan's having some weird conversation with "Aunt Irene" about I guess the guest list, and some socks, while Rufus dresses. When Vanessa enters, he begs her not to make him do whatever he's about to do, and Vanessa just gives him a firm upper lip in return. "You know it's only a matter of time before Georgina spills." Then why not tell Rufus beforehand? "Lily and your dad are too precarious right now. This is their wedding day, you can't drop a bomb like that. You're gonna have to hold Georgina off for one more day." Dan gets a headache that looks like Rufus impersonating Lily, and Vanessa promises he can do it. Rufus is disappointed that his son's running off on his big day, but Dan assures him that he doesn't want to know the details before leaving Rufus alone with his real son, Vanessa Abrams.
"...And watching the sun set over the ocean in Santa Cruz that day, I knew that Rufus Humphrey was meant for me." Serena stands there with a clipboard, horrified. "Mom, are you kidding me? Those could be the exact same vows you wrote for Klaus. You substituted lederhosen for Doc Martens, and Nice for Santa Cruz." Lily protests, realizes she's right, and goes into a funny faint-couch routine about how the vows are killing her. "This wedding isn't like your others. You're marrying Rufus. Your soul mate. The love of your life. Talk about that. And your futures together..." At that word, Lily's eyes go wide, and she looks twice as freaked out. Right, the future. Fuck.