Melanie's law firm. Damn, she cleans up nice. Ted and Emmett are in the waiting room, as she walks in and tells the receptionist to put a call from Bender at the ACLU directly through to her office. Jeremy, where do you work again? Melanie asks whether this is a fun visit, or whether they need legal advice. Emmett says that they just need lunch, and Ted asks her whether she can spare Blake so they can take him out. MM says she'd be happy to...if Blake had come in today. Uh oh. Ted, thinking quickly, says, oh, yeah, I forgot. He said that he wasn't feeling well this morning, so that's probably why he didn't come in. Or call. Or why Ted, who lives with Blake, didn't try him at home first. MM's busy looking at files, and she tells Ted -- a bit coldly, actually -- that this isn't the first time Blake hasn't shown up for work, and that on the occasions when he does, he might as well not have shown up at all. The other partners, she says, want him gone. And I feel like such a nag, here, I do, but um, it's been like, what, a week, maybe, since he got this job? He got back on the crystal, and started messing up, and it's been so bad that Melanie hasn't even called Ted to ask what's up? Especially since she more or less put her rep on the line to get Blake hired in the first place? I mean, she just saw Ted that morning. Nothing? Sounds like someone panicked, and was like, "Omigod! We have an episode and a half to write Blake off, and only fifteen minutes to do it in! Hey, you! Yeah, the intern who writes Gale Harold's lines? Whip something up for me, wouldja?" Anyway. Ted blathers that he'll talk to Blake, but Mel interrupts him to take the call from Bender. As they walk out, Ted warns Emmett not to say anything. Emmett says he wasn't going to say anything: "Except it's not [Blake's] germs he didn't want to share. It's his drugs." Nice. Ted asks Emmett why he has to be so cynical. Emmett snaps that he'd rather be cynical than in denial. That's not your friend's heart breaking right in front of you, or anything, Em. Don't worry about it. Ted clears his throat, and insists that Blake has a cold.

Debbie's. She, Vic, and Justin's mother are sending out invitations to the annual P-FLAG barbecue. They chatter about what a great way it is to spend time with their kids. Jennifer's not so sure that Justin's going to be happy about it. Vic takes a look at the envelope and muses, "They put everything on stamps these days. Composers, birds, even the Three Stooges. When are they going to have 'Famous Fags'?" Well, you did say "composers," didn't you? Debbie chortles that they'll have to wait for the sixty-nine-cent stamp. Get it? "Sixty-nine"? Justin comes home from school, and Debbie snaps at him, "You're going with your mother to the P-FLAG barbecue, and I don't want to hear another word about it!" Justin shrugs, "Okay." And kisses Jennifer on the cheek. Jennifer's like, how did you do that? Debbie grins, "How do you think I got Michael to go all those years?" Debbie pouts that this is the first one he's going to miss, and Vic replies, "At least he's where he belongs." What, in his trailer, waiting to film the next scene? Vic adds, "With the man he loves." Oh. Whatever. Justin tries to comfort her, saying that she's had Michael for a long time. Jennifer adds that they can share Justin. Aren't they sharing Justin now? Debbie points out that Justin will be gone soon, too. There's a knock on my door. It's Foreshadowing. Didn't call to say he was coming by, either. Like he ever does. Debbie sighs, "Graduation's coming up. The prom." Vic laughs at her mentioning the prom: "I went with Connie Costello. Two hundred pounds, wrapped in purple satin. She looked like a stuffed grape leaf." Everyone chuckles, like the popular kids they all were in high school. But I'm not bitter. Vic says that that he couldn't take who he wanted to: Lance Rocco. I'm sorry, "Lance...Rocco"?! Vic sighs, "Pisser of a kisser. I wound up going with Connie. He wound up not going at all." Justin says that he's not going, either, because Prom's for straight kids. Debbie and Jennifer are shocked. Jennifer says that Prom's for everyone. Debbie says that it's a "rite of passage." Actually, she doesn't say that, because she can't remember the term, but Vic tells her that's what she meant. I mean, I didn't have the best time at my prom, but I'm still glad I went. But then again, I didn't have to pretend to be straight just so I wouldn't get the crap kicked out of me, either. More on that later. Jennifer frowns, "I'd just hate to see you deprive yourself of the experience, just because you think you don't belong."