Are you free? Are you free?
Are you free? Are you free?
Are you free next Saturday?
[Holding up a calendar with ferwonky dates, Marshall speaks:] That's the 17th.
Are you free?
[Marshall speaks] Friday or Sunday would also work.
Or basically any other day.
Before I get back to the scene, did you notice the dates on Marshall's calendar? Sharp-eyed Twit @clrumbaugh pointed it out to me right after the episode. On Marshall's calendar, October starts on a Thursday (like the real October 2009). The first Saturday is the third. Check. The second Saturday is the tenth. Check. It all goes downhill from there. The next week, from Sunday to Saturday is numbered thusly: 15, 14, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17. The rest of the month is numbered in a normal fashion. Anyhow...
Barney takes the Mac from Ted and closes it. "Needless to say, we've both changed our e-mail addresses." Ted doesn't understand why Marshall and Lily think the night was a hit, when it was such a bomb. We flash back to the couples' night at Dowisetrepla. Barney and Robin blow smoke up Lily and Marshall's asses about how fun the evening was. As they hastily back out of the door, Barney adds, "Let's do it again. Soon." Robin says, "Yeah, we'll call ya." We flash forward to the present. Ted wants to know why they'd lie to their friends. Robin shrugs. "Well, that's what you say at the end of a crappy date." Just then, the cutie that Ted was talking up at MacLaren's last night, hustles out of the bathroom and through the living room -- in the same clothes. Her shoes are in her hands, so she can do the walk of shame quickly and quietly. It's a scurry of shame, really. Without stopping, she says, "Hey, Ted. Great time last night. Let's do it again, soon. I'll uh... call ya."
Ted fails to notice she said the same thing to him that Robin and Barney said to Marshall and Lily. He's too impressed with his score. He starts to brag to his friends about how chicks are digging the professor vibe. "She picked me up at the bar. And then... well, uh, she actually wound up falling asleep on the couch, but hey -- that happens." When Barney says, "Um... no it doesn't," Ted disagrees. "She was just exhausted from being turned on. But you heard her. She wants to do it again. Soon." Barney asks Ted where the girl lives. Ted says, "Westchester, why?" Barney points and laughs as he sits on the arm of the couch, next to Robin. "You're 'The Sexless Innkeeper'." Robin's all, "Oh, my God, you're right. He's totally 'The Sexless Innkeeper'." They keep laughing, until Ted asks what exactly that is. In response, Barney recites a poem he composed last year, after his own encounter with a sexless innkeeper, even though Ted doesn't want to hear it. As he performs, we're treated to a video montage of ye olde Barneye, in an olde tyme tavern.