"When you lose hope in a dream, sometimes all you're left with are sleepless nights," says Gossip Girl, with the weariness only a teen blogger can summon. Blair's eyes fall on the Tripp/Maureen wedding invite, and the sudden light in her eyes is almost authentic: "While some call the doctor for a refill, I find the best solution is a full social calendar..."
Downstairs, Cyrus Rose is wearing an apron reading Schmutz Happens, and is sweetly looking at every single picture of the last few weeks that Blair's perseverating on -- "And here Nate and I are at the Young Fellows Ball, and here we are with his grandfather, William van der Bilt" -- with flagging enthusiasm. Eventually, she nearly claps her hands that way she does. "Cyrus, focus! You missed a lot while you were gone!" I don't know if I'm happier that he's back, or to see Blair so overjoyed to have him.
Cyrus is distracted because he's cooking Seder -- and oh, they shamelessly do that hilarious Dora The Explorer thing with every single word (e.g. "The Passover supper tonight, the Seder!") in this episode, because of course there are no Jews in New York City, so the target audience just isn't going to get it -- but Blair doesn't give an eff about that. How dare you celebrate Passover when there are fifteen shots of Nate making that one face he knows how to make?
Eleanor enters, all excited about dinner, and Cyrus is positive his brisket is going to blow minds left and right, and Blair says -- in a fluty voice not unlike the dream-Doolittle's -- to save her some. Eleanor tells her she's not going anywhere, she's not even in Tripp's wedding so what's she thinking, and Blair assures her that she has received a text from Nate. He's got a surprise for her, probably a spot on the Whitney junior committee, which Maureen is on. (Which only complicates the whole van der Bilt/Vanderbilt fiasco further, but whatever.) While Cyrus chops bitter herbs and whatever, Eleanor tells her to get real about her future, and B explains that Tripp's fiancée is already on like fifty committees and all that crap. Not even Cyrus is impressed, and usually Cyrus is ready to act like everything Blair does is wonderful, because that's how you keep her from biting and scratching.
"Being a socialite was good enough for Jackie O," Blair twitters, and runs away before Eleanor can tell her to cut it out. Which is another facet of the dream, because think about how Eleanor is independently wealthy, both an artist and a cutthroat businesswoman, who married for love twice -- once to a homo and once to a Jew, neither of which are words the Archibalds can even spell -- and how it was her new money the Captain was pimping Nate out after last year. The Bass and Waldorf names don't amount to a whole lot, but they do amount to money, whereas the van der Woodsens of the world seem to be always running around penniless and marrying New Money so they don't starve. And then you've got poor Nate, who's like living proof of the fact that class has nothing to do with money, and acted exactly the same before the Captain as when he was homeless, and is still acting that way now that the van der Bilts are after him again.