Joan arrives home with a big smile and a warm embrace for Kate, as the two of them are old friends; Kate grins that Joan hasn't changed, while Joan wonders how Kate suddenly got younger than she. Just wait until later in the episode, Joan. Gail asks what Joan thinks of her makeover, prompting Joan warily to ask how much she spent. Hee. Gail informs her it's all free of charge, and Kate explains that this is stuff left over from when she was in the field -- she's a sales director now. After a quick inquiry about Kate's "boys," Gail suggests they let Kevin, Joan's son, sleep while they eat dinner, as she made a pork roast. Joan, in a we-discussed-this-and-I-said-no voice, informs her mother that she made reservations at Le Cirque "for two," but Gail is like, I want to catch up with Kate, who by the way has a job interview in the morning, "and I don't want her tying one on." Sounds like Gail might have been a second mom for Kate, which is adorable. Joan asks who Kate's meeting with, and she smiles, "The competition." Ding dong!
Don's in the elevator when it opens to reveal Sylvia, dressed for an evening out. She boards, whereupon he wonders why she's getting on the elevator when it's going up. A better question is why it stopped at her floor in the first place, and her lame explanation is "I pushed down," but I suppose it's not worth nitpicking the hows of these two getting together given their determination to do it in the face of it demonstrably being the worst idea ever, and I'm including anything we've seen from Roger in that assessment. Don stops the elevator (no alarm?) and pulls Sylvia into a kiss. She wonders where he's been, so he confesses that he's been working all the time. "Don't tell anyone." Heh. Sylvia informs Don that Rosen will be on call Thursday or Friday, and she'll leave a penny under the backdoor mat when the coast is clear.
Their week's calendar set, she restarts the elevator as she tells him she has to go, and when he asks if she can be more specific, she coyly replies, "No." He disembarks, but looks back with interest as she keeps the playful smile on her face. Ick, these two. Bobbie Barrett was fantastic, and although it defied belief that Midge and Don would ever even speak, I didn't mind her either, but there is just nothing interesting about Don and Sylvia together, and it is bringing me down. Dr. Faye, it's a real cliché, but he did you a favor.