Hours later (2:37 a.m., to be exact), Johanna continues studying and worrying about her teammates.
The next day, everyone dress for the party. Many take issue with Kate's dress. And I use the word "dress" loosely because pretty much everyone besides Kate is convinced it's actually a shirt. Kate's all, "La, la, la! I'm a big girl! I can wear what I want!" and insists it reaches her knee. When she stands up, it is a good four inches above her knee. This on a person who has teensy-weensy legs to begin with... Kate plops down on the bed and, in the words of Silver from 90210, she's probably going to need two hairdos with that outfit. Johanna tries to explain the different between fitted and tight, sophisticated and hot, but it's lost on Kate. I don't even know why they're having this argument anymore. The dress has been chosen. They're no longer in the fashion closet. It's done.
As the others primp and preen, Danielle moans about not going to the party. She knows that the job is serious but thinks the public element is silly. Kate empathizes, saying that weight issues are Hell until you come to accept your body. I probably shouldn't even go here, but I'm confident that I secured my place in Hell many recaps ago, so what the hay? Does anyone think Kate used to be bulimic? Then again, maybe she's just a girl. We're all pretty screwed up on the body image front. Danielle concludes that she wanted to wear her own non-designer label dress because she is comfortable in it and anyone who gives her stank looks can take a long walk off a short runway.
The kids arrive at the party replete with picture taking and illicit whispering and cocktail shaking, oh my! Ashlie is amped to be there, while Dyshaun snarks about the high frequency of fashionista sourpusses. (Was Rachel Zoe there?) Danielle reaffirms that she sucked it up for the job, even though she was dreading the party. A positively Amazonian Amy Sacco greets Anne and thanks her for the cashmere throw. Anne credits Johanna and Megan for the pick (completely unrealistic, BTW -- assistants are neither meant to be seen nor heard).
And so the game begins. As each person approaches Anne, one of the minions has to tell her his/her name, job, and a fun fact. The first two attempts go swimmingly. One of whom is that dazzling piece Nigel Barker! Grrrrrowl. Soon enough, though Johanna sets the night's tone by blanking on make-up artist Romy Soleimani. Megan continues to bat 1000. Kate, on the other hand, TH's that she didn't bother looking at anyone since she didn't study. Instead, she looks perpetually skyward to check out her lip gloss (a.k.a. cleavage) in a ceiling mirror. Johanna effs up another ID. Fortunately Anne actually knows everyone so this isn't a true test under fire.