Morning at the Crashdown. Maria does her newfound Vanna-esque flip of the open/closed sign, opening the front door to find herself experiencing a blissfully Isabel-free morning. It's 1 day, 5 hours, 42 minutes until the wedding. This moment actually makes me a bit nostalgic for those past seasons of this show where huge fights would have broken out all over the whole damn Internet, all arguing the significance of the number "42" and why it's been used twice already in this episode. But then all of the people arguing turned fourteen and got boyfriends or joined their school's marching band or watched some other show, didn't they? And now it's just me and you. Sigh. Not that there's anything wrong with you, of course. Cut to Chez Evans, Isabel sitting on her bed and staring at diagrams with spacey ephemera scratched all over them. Written on the paper is also, "You'll always be mine," underlined two hundred and fifty thousand times. Maria taps on the window behind the bed on which Isabel sits, entering and telling Isabel she and Liz got worried when the bride-to-be didn't show up for her morning power breakfast of eggs and cell-induced brain cancer. Well, let's hear how Maria says it: "I thought when I got a break, I would pop over and see how the wedding was going." And I guess "wedding" was Pee Wee's magic word of the day or whatever, because not only does its utterance inspire Isabel to jump up and start tearing around the room, it also sets The Soundtrack Of The Eighteenth Century back in motion, as Handel's "Water Music" starts pumping unironically in the background. Tonight's all-new episode of Roswell featured music by Ivy, Fountains of Wayne, and George Frideric Handel. Sorry. Abusing my rule of threes today, aren't I? Anyway, Isabel freaks out. She leaps up and suddenly remembers there are flowers to grow and bridesmaids' dresses to sew and so forth, and Maria sits Isabel down and promises to help her. Isabel is thankful. Now she can crawl back into bed and dream about cutting herself another big slice of beefcake.
Who's working at the damn diner, then? Cut to Isabel's room a bit later, Liz and Maria sitting on her floor sifting through the mess of wedding crap Isabel dropped when she ran. Maria proposes, "Here's what I'm thinking: we should just jump into this with both feet and take control of the situation." Either that or, as Liz posits, "sit back and watch it all fall apart." There's a wacky visual joke about the bridesmaids' dresses, but I think you'll concur that nobody got it.