On the eve of her seventeenth birthday, Blair gives herself the gift of a very effed-up relationship with God, a Chuck-free existence, and -- with God's assistance -- reconciliation with Nate. None of them actually works out, but trust me, it's for the best. God ends up hating Blair just as much as we might expect, Chuck lands the Waldorf for a second night in a row. Little Jenny Humphrey takes a page from the urpy book of Vanessa Abrams, dragging Allison home from Hudson to reconsummate her unholy union with Rufus. Nate goes for a walk with Little J rather than attending Blair's birthday party -- evidence of which is emailed to Blair from Gossip Girl as a bitchy early b-day present -- then home, to tell his parents to eat a bag of dicks. Chuck sweeps in at the last second with a ridiculous necklace for Blair, and some awesome protestations of love and more of that killer romance. Also awesome? His identical protestations of love to good old Nate, even as he's snaking Blair out from under him for the long haul. Meanwhile, Actual Vanessa invites herself to the birthday party and gets her ass kicked by Serena on Guitar Hero, but they reconcile after Serena blows her mind with the degree of her love for Blair. Serena catches Blair and Chuck going at it, but is discrete, for now. Grossly, she also lowers herself to be friends with Vanessa, but don't worry: friendship isn't really the most stable currency in the UES.
P.S. See you November 28 I know, right?
"According to the Catholic Church, mortal sin can only be absolved through the sacred act of confession, but it looks like a certain WASP princess has recently found herself desperately in need of a little unburdening. And who's the man upstairs to discriminate?" Blair sits in a confession booth wearing all-black, including a veil, because this is the funeral for her virtue. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been...a while...since my last confession." I've always wondered whether it was really like this. Church seems so classy, but I don't know. I don't think I have the balls to get full-on Catholic. The priest asks what's troubling her, and lest you think we're in for the full list, which would take at least an hour, she cuts to the brilliant chase: "After being broken up with my boyfriend for exactly 20 minutes, I: succumbed to inebriation, performed at a speakeasy, and surrendered my virtue to a self-absorbed ass. The only good news is that he's a total pig who will act like it never happened, thank God. Um, sorry. Truthfully, I'm not even Catholic." He's like, "You're kidding."
B takes this as a cue to whine more. "But...losing my virginity to Chuck Bass? None of my friends will ever understand." She puts on her resolved face. "I'm ready for my punishment. Whatever you and God think is fair. Flogging, fasting, putting that thing with the teeth around my thigh, like Silas..." Hee! That reminds me of Hex, the second-greatest show ever made besides this one. Also, I didn't see The DaVinci Code, because I'm pretentious. I don't even own a TV. "How about some food for thought instead? Don't drink, keep your clothes on, try avoiding those who might cause you to stray." That's good advice. Also, carry a gun when Chuck Bass is around, and this stuff won't happen. She's like, "Word. And thank you, Father, for the very good advice." Regrettably, she then asks if he grants birthday wishes, and even the priest thinks that's adorable. Clearly the priest understands Blair Waldorf. "I'm a priest, not a genie." Well, that's fine with Blair, but anyway, just in case he runs into God, could He get Nate to come back? God's like, "No. But I do wish Chuck and Nate could get married. Gay people are awesome."
Dan and Serena, still on their Public Affection Tour of the Five Boroughs, make out in some charming little bistro instead of eating or acting like anything other than heathens. The waitresses are grossed out, and I am so, so ready to agree with them, until one of them turns out to be Vanessa Abrams, and now I wish they would get raw-ass naked and do it right there on the table, just to freak her out. Dan spots her and says, half into Serena's lovely mouth, "Mmrnessa!" Serena, awesomely, is like, "No. Dan. I'm Serena." She doesn't even bat an eye, she's just like, "Again with this?" He shivers and motions to Vanessa, who comes over to take their order and calls them "lovebirds." Everything that comes out of her mouth, that's the most annoying thing I've ever heard at that moment. She tells Dan that she actually already did tell him she was working at this charming little bistro, but that he wasn't listening, because she's boring and untrustworthy. If I were reading too much into things this week, I'd wonder if maybe that fact lodged itself somewhere in his unconscious and that he's doing this on purpose, but I can't be bothered. I do know that anybody who is actually in love does not fall into this many problems and weirdnesses and inabilities to actually have sex, though, because they're too busy being in love and having sex to wind up in hijinks so regularly, but maybe that's the show doing that.
S is polite, although she does advance her own little power game by pointing out that now, unlike the last time they saw each other, Serena has her clothes on. This activates all of Vanessa's gross territorial stuff, understandably, and she neatly turns the tables on Serena by climbing up on the elephant and riding it wildly around the charming little bistro. "Sorry about that. Walking in when you were, you know... Ssssooooo, you guys are up early. What'd you do last night? Oh, my God, I totally didn't mean to pry." Serena's like, "Bwuh?" And then Dan hands Vanessa her trophy for the conversation by saying, in unison with her, "No reason!" So Serena has kind of Vanessa'd herself at this time, by trying to be like, "I mugged down with our boyfriend and you saw it happen," and got what she paid for, which is Dan and Vanessa both going, "Dan already told Vanessa everything, stupid." So then she grinds it -- the elephant -- into the ground with her heel, all like, "I know nothing! But if you guys did the thing I know nothing about, then I would totally support that." Which is both creepy and fairly awesome, in terms of the Blair amounts of awkwardness she just heaped into their bed like so much kitty litter.