Maybe it's just the whole world is like central casting. They got it all rigged before you ever show up.
Rufus is still sputtering and confused as Lily leads his dumb ass into PRADA and kisses him so he'll shut up about how confusing Cotillion is, and sends him off to bed after congratulating them both on being such great parents and making their children so very happy, and then goes to her desk for some correspondence, and there in the stack of them is a letter from Dr. Keith van der Woodsen, currently working with Médecins Sans Frontières in Switzerland, and then Lily just doesn't know what to do.
And just as the name is revealed, written in a bizarre doctorly kindergarten scrawl, the meowing sounds of Santigold (featured here in Basement Jaxx's "Saga") come freaking across the landscape with a whomping bass, just like the intro to "Creator" last year when Blair found the Duchess and Lord Marcus fucking: "You're just limiting all the possibilities..." Very effective. And over in DUMBO, Olivia's phone just got a text, but she doesn't hear it. Vanessa's on her own, on one side of the bed, and he's holding Olivia's hand, and on the table it says, "Director backed out again!! -- MOVIE NOT HAPPENING -- Call me ASAP!! KC."
All right, now the actual consummate college experience: Realizing that some adventures actually have consequences, and that you can't expect people to have short memories just to be polite; that all the world is just as lawless as Camp Suisse, and not nearly so discrete; that, as that long-ago Gossip Girl would say, the dance never ends:
"Here they are again, folks! These wonderful, wonderful kids! Still struggling! Still hoping! As the clock of fate ticks away, the dance of destiny continues! The marathon goes on, and on, and on! HOW LONG CAN THEY LAST?"