Loft: OMG, Buffy has plastic dream hair. She's wearing this much-blonder-than-her-own-blonde blonde pony tail fall. In the recaplet I called it I-Dream-of-Jeannie-esque, but the people in the show thread have compared it to Madonna's Blond-Ambition-hair, and that's probably more apt. Her dress, I still maintain is straight out of Dynasty, and I love the entire one-sleeved, asymmetrical-hem, Roman-ish collared thing. It's made of more cheese than the moon! EEP comes over to greet her, is surprised she has stage fright and reminds her how to make small talk at these shindigs, which is a great primer for Bridget. What's not a great primer for our recovering alcoholic though is the glass of champagne EEP handles her. It seems she shrugs that off though, as we never do see her drink. She follows his talking points, correctly guessing that one of her guests got her great tan on St. Bart's. Then there's a funny moment where another guest says she used Shiv's dermatologist, "But my Botox doesn't look as natural as yours." It's all in SMG's expression. She starts to rumple her nose, stops and then just touches her fingers to her face.

It's then that she sees a portly guest sit down on Dead Guy's Steamer Trunk, and yes, Dead Guy probably should be stinking up the joint by now, but let's not think about that. It's too yucky. Let's think about SMG's outfit and pony tail again. There. Isn't that better? Bridget makes her way to Mr. Big and hails a waiter to bring a chair for him even as she apologizes to Mr. Big while making it clear he cannot sit his fat ass on the trunk. "That's an antique... No, I'm sorry. I'm sure you'll be much more comfortable."

Andrew finds her and asks if she's okay. He can't believe how it all came together. "No one would believe the mess that was here three hours ago." Bridget: "You have no idea." Andrew: "You look lovely, by the way." Bridget: "What the hell is wrong with my sister that she would off herself when she was sharing a bed with a stud muffin like you?" Okay, she only says that with her eyes. With her mouth she just says, "Thank you." They have a moment, before Olivia slinks up, grabs Andrew in an overly-familiar way and purrs, "Siobhan, darling, do you mind if I steal your husband." When they walk off, Gemma comes up and says, "Olivia's the reason why women hate other women." Putting the name together with the face, Bridget hesitates as she says, "She's Andrew's... partner." Gemma apologizes for talking about the Olivia "the financial genius" that way. "Wouldn't trust anyone else with my money." Oh now see, between this and Siobhan's empty checking account, I feel like we're getting clues. For what, I don't know. But I smell clues. Gemma gives Bridget credit for letting Andrew work beside that snake. When Gemma is really pounding down the drinks, Bridget suggests she slow down, Gemma pleads she needs it to get through the night. Bridget wants to get through it, too.