Sarah comes downstairs, ready to leave, and finds Zeek there. He is picking up some stuff and takes a moment to complain about how Adam's house is run. Sarah is uncomfortable, not just to hear her brother's family run down, but because Camille is right behind her on the stairs. "Whoa, you look beautiful," Zeek says, seeing his wife. She gives him the cold shoulder and does not respond. "So," he says, trying again, "where you girls off to? The cotillion?" Ugh. So sad. Sarah says they're going to an art gallery. "My whole class is going," Camille says, with casual frostiness, and when he tries to talk to her further, she breezes out, saying they'd better get going. Sarah looks guiltily at her dad and follows her mom out the door.
At the art gallery, Sarah meets Camille's teacher... um, the dude is a player. He schmoozes over as soon as they come in, and flirts shamelessly with Camille, "stealing her away" while Sarah stands awkwardly by herself.
Back at Julia's, Joel is enduring the awfulness that is Timm(m)m(m)mMMm. The jag is talking a lot of financial bullshit, making sure to explain to Joel stuff he already knows, just being an all-around assclown, really. He, OF COURSE, gets a call in the middle of dinner and has to take it. "You're my hero," Julia whispers, as Joel grins and bears it, once again.
Back at the art studio, Sarah stands at the hors d'oeuvres table and sullenly watches Camille and Matthew, the art teacher, flirt in the next room. "Unbelieveable!" she says to a little queenie man who walks up just looking for some canapes. "Look at her, flirting and giggling! It's like she's in the Sex and the City movie." The little man gasps. "Oh, I'm so looking forward to seeing that sequel!" he says. Sarah turns on him. "Well, so am I!" she snaps. "I'm not dead inside! But the fact is, that guy's a homewrecker!" The tiny man backs away saying he's going to go look at some art.
Major OMGing is going on in Haddie's room. The girls at her slumber party are hopping around in their pajamas while Amber sits on a chaise and does homework in her glasses. "Since when do you like Deathcab?" one of the girls asks. Haddie hems and haws that those are someone else's and she has to return them. Getting it, her friend Tisha breaks the CD in half. "Steve's a douche," her other friend says, and they all laugh. Amber stays out of it. "The Decemberists?" her friend asks, rolling her eyes at yet another great band (OMG, what is wrong with these girls? Who do they like if they don't like these bands?). "Do it," Tisha says, wanting Haddie to break that one, too. "No, no, no," Haddie says, her friends' squealy protests. She turns to her cousin, and asks if she thinks she should do it. "He was a total jerk to you," her friends insist. Amber mumbles that she should do whatever she wants, and Haddie happily breaks the CD, and others to boot.