Anyway, some lady yells the national anthem. (Who is that lady? Should I know? Because otherwise, I'm going to think of her as Lungs Lady.) The game begins, and there is basketball, and Pamela praises how glorious it was to watch these great athletes. I agree, although I tend to eschew the NBA in favor of college, despite having gone to an undergrad school whose football team is comprised of chemists and French horn players, if you see my point. Jen, meanwhile, is at the VIP reception chatting with Stacy about various things they're going to do. Why it takes two people for some of what they're doing when it only took Pamela to run the entire freaking game is a bit beyond me, even though I understand the desire to be looking after details. Jen, meanwhile, heads over to tell Pamela to remind Trump about the VIP reception, and Pamela nods. On Jen's way back to the VIP reception, she runs into Chris and tells him in turn, again, to go over and tell Pamela to be sure to invite Trump and the rest of the VIPs to the reception. (Why didn't she just tell Trump herself if she went all the way over there? I am confused.) The problem is that, over at the game, Pamela is busy wrapping up the operation of the game itself, of which she apparently is solely in charge, and she misses the fact that Trump is getting ready to go. And indeed, Trump exits via his little golf cart. Chris finds Pamela in the crowd and tells her that she's supposed to invite Trump to the VIP reception. I think this is the first time Pamela realized that Jen hadn't even told Trump about the reception, because she says, with some shock, "Does he not know about it?" I think she thought Jen just wanted her to be encouraging about coming to the party -- I don't think she grasped that it was her responsibility to inform Trump that the party existed or to tell him where it was. But hearing this, Pamela immediately starts capitalizing on her substantial height to look for Trump in the crowd, as we see that the man himself is actually walking toward the Trumpicopter and climbing in. The rotor starts. Inside, Trump says, "We just finished the basketball game. A little strange. Jennifer -- nobody came over to say goodbye to me. In many ways, they did a great job, but in other ways, it was lacking." I think the "other ways" would be "blondes." He says that it's time to go see how Kelly's doing at the polo match.
Pamela literally runs down a hallway toward a door that opens out onto the tennis court where the helicopter is leaving. She looks at it lifting into the air. "Oh, you're fucking kidding me," she says. Whoops. She heads back inside, and dramatic music accompanies the helicopter on its way to the polo event. Aw, now Trump will never know how Pamela really feels about him. It's just like the ending of a season of a show on The WB. Happy summer hiatus!