I'm sorry, I know I'm obsessing, but come on, Beau Bridges?
Liberty Ave. Drag queens, funky divas, and our favorite Hot Not-Yet-Dancing Gay Boys saunter down the strip. Ted is bumped by a young, nice-looking man on the street. Would he be considered a twinkie? I'm going to call it, since I can't get my GayRef on the phone. Anyway, Ted, still moving, says ,"Sorry." The twinkie (as far as I'm concerned), says that it's okay. Mike knows the guy -- he works out at their gym, and his name is Blake. Mike looks back at Blake looking at Ted, and tells him that he thinks Blake's interested. Ted shrugs it off. Mike: "Will you listen to you? Always putting yourself down." Ted: "Better me than them." Mike: "Doesn't sound like it." Word. Ted babbles on about how statistically improbable it is that a "guy named 'Blake,' who looks like that, would like a guy named 'Ted,' who looks like me." Brian, Ted is sure, is more Blake's type. 'Cause, you know, Brian's everybody's type. Which is why Brian's had everybody, Ted adds. Mike's just about to protest, when Ted amends that he knows, "except [Mike]." Judge's ruling: Brian's had Michael longer than anybody. But I'm just saying. Ted continues, "Which is kind of weird, if you think about it." Mike's like, why is it weird? Brian's his best friend; everyone knows you're not supposed to have sex with your best friend. Personally, my best friend's fiancé will be happy to hear that. Ted: "Oh, right. Sex is something you have with complete strangers -- people you'll never see again unless you bump into them on the street, but never someone that you might actually give a shit about." Mike's expression says that his little pea brain might comprehend that this conversation might be taking place on two different levels, but he's not quite sure what the second one is. And the first might be a little cloudy, too. Or maybe he's just constipated. Basically, his face can be summed up as a big, ole, "HUH?" Ted breaks up the moment by laughing, "Who makes up these rules, anyway?" The two agree to cap it and get a drink. Or two or three.
An Amazonian drag queen who wishes she was RuPaul passes Ted and Michael as they cross the street. The camera follows the drag queen as she (he? What's the correct lingo? Cut me some slack, I'm still new here) steps up to the opposite curb, past two equally tall men making out...and Daphne and Justin. Daphne's wearing a shiny pink dress with a fluffy feather collar, that Judy Jetson was kind of enough to lend her. Justin's wearing a dark silver top and jeans. Justin's cute. Daphne's cuter. Daphne's all excited: "Ohmigod, look at that! Is it a girl or a boy?" Justin laughs and tells her not to point, "no matter what you see. Guys kissing guys, girls kissing girls." Like he's all wise and shit. Daphne: "Well, what if I see a guy kissing a girl? That would be something new down here." Yeah, if you see a guy kissing a girl, one of them isn't. Daphne tells him to stop acting like he's so experienced. Dawson...sorry, "Justin" says that he's more experienced than she is. He also reminds her that if they see Brian, she's supposed to act like she doesn't. She promises, even though we both know Justin's a dork.