Sarah meets A.J. at the airport. He's adorable. He tells her that he's from St. Charles, Missouri, which freaks the shit out of her. Stupid. He tells us that he designs for the party girl. I like that. No one is really doing that anymore. For the love of WHOOPI, could there please be more party girls? We see some stuff and it's not spectacular, but this is the 8th season so why don't we all just calm down. A.J. tells us that he'd love to say that he's the fucking shit and is going to kill everyone, but he knows that EVERYONE knows that anyone who says that doesn't know the time of day. I love him. I'll give you details later. He tells Sarah that he was afraid he'd be meeting some old lady who didn't know anything.
Cut to Peach Carr, 50-years old, from Lake Forest, Illinois. She tells us, accompanied by super condescending music that makes me want to like her though perhaps I shouldn't, that she designs for the "ladies who lunch." Hats? I don't see any. Does anyone still wear hats? [Editor's Note: Stunning Elaine Stritch reference, Jeff. I'll drink to that. -- Mindy] Peach interviews that "hell to the yes" she expects to be the oldest. She expects a nine-year old to be her roomie. Then, some dude with highlights and flower appliqués on his shirt appears. His name is Nicholas and they seem happy to meet each other. He says that he can't wait to beat her, which he has been waiting to say for a long time. She replies that he, a "little boy," should get ready to be schooled. Peach has good game.
At Grand Central Station, Casanova and Kristin meet McKell. Casanova gives her a hard time about being from Utah and she interviews that she's used to the prejudice. She mentions that she left her nine-month old at home and is feeling the effects.
Kristin tells us, in an AUTHORITATIVE voice, that she lets the mistakes in her pieces speak for themselves. She's an "accidental apparel designer." Oh, YES, she says, you CAN let the crooked zipper stay in the piece. Maybe if you act like you're going to have a cow if somebody disagrees with you, you crazy. The mannequins are positively silent. I can't tell, but I think they're chuckling. They clearly think this shit is ridonk. The club can't even handle them now. [Editor's Note: Equally stunning Flo Rida reference, Jeff. You, shawty, get low, low, low, etc. -- Mindy]