Speaking of, Pete comes stumbling into his darkened apartment, which is okay because, given the earlier exchange in his office, it's safe to conclude that Trudy is down at the beach with her parents. He starts to loosen his tie, but then gives the whole process a total "Fuck it" and pulls his shirt, undershirt along with it, right over his head, before putting some music on and taking a seat on the couch. I'll say two things: One, it strikes me how rarely men take their shirts off on this show except when they're having sex. And two, Pete has an awful lot of chest hair for a fourteen-year-old. Someone's a big boy now!
Later on, we see Betty unsuccessfully try to reach someone on her list, and then a call comes in for Don, who gets up from the couch to take it. It's business, and when the person on the other end gives him an itinerary, he writes it down on Betty's list, like, she may not be getting paid but that's still pretty rude. I'd suggest she get him back by writing down the name of her next callee on his white shirt, except she's probably going to be the one stuck with washing it anyway. Betty, however, doesn't seem offended as she asks where he's going now, and I guess he's taking a sabbatical to attend exclusively to Hilton business, because this really isn't much of a vacation. So much for just a few hotels in New York, though. Even the fact that he's now being sent to Rome, which Betty opines is "much better than Dallas," isn't so wonderful, as he's only going to be there for two days, and Betty suggests that she and the kids should have gone to the beach for the summer, as Don's been gone the whole time anyway. He denies that that's the case, and also points out that she could come with him to Rome, but she brings up their "two-month old," who I'll point out is suspiciously quiet at the moment. Maybe Sally's right and he's up in his room chanting evil hexes in her direction. Like, you know, ones that make her think boys aren't icky and gross. He rubs her shoulders and tells her, "Sorry, Birdy," and that's the first time in a while I remember him calling her that, so I wonder if we're meant to revisit the idea of her being a bird in a gilded cage. Of course, said bird is so sweaty at the moment that she could probably slide through the bars with no problem. Don says he's got to catch up on his sleep, and after she rips off the part of the paper with the information on it and gives it to him, she goes back to her unpaid work.