Excel looks gorgeous one and all, and they're admiring all the balloons and stuff, and Randal interviews his total thankfulness about his wonderful team. He hugs Marshawn and calls her I think "little sister" and she laughs and says no, he's the little brother. Then Randal and Josh hug as wonderfully as they have all season and won't let go of each other, and it's very moving. He says goodbye to them and is sad to see them leaving like it's the last day of summer camp. It's...the thing is that he's exhausted every possible resource he has, and it shows, and all his stuff is used up, just gone, every inch of him is wasted, and that makes your emotions crazy, so it's rough but sweet to watch. "Words cannot capture the gratitude I feel -- they worked so hard for me, and that's all they had going, just to see me succeed." Can you imagine knowing that? Feeling that? No reason to be here, except to carry you higher. That's wondrous. This show rocks. Driving back to the suite, he looks broken and close to tears and relieved, and mister, I feel you so hardcore right now. Not since ancient Rome has their been an orgy of self-indulgence like the one I would put on at this point in the day, if I were on the achy adrenaline high he's on right now. I'm talking wine like you can't get at the grocery store, imbibed to wretched excess, I'm talking candles everywhere, Frou Frou blaring so loud that red light comes on on the speakers, some Cruel Intentions, everything that ever contained chocolate chips going directly into my mouth, sloshy hot bath, making the Gilmore Girls look like amateurs of self-indulgence, a backrub from all comers including that weird stranger guy at the coffee shop, I'm talking indie rockers of my acquaintance summoned to play at my feet. I'm talking Laguna Beach marathon. In short: what happens right after I send Sars this damned recap.

Over at Yahootinithon '05, Pete name-checks the Glaser AIDS Foundation and thanks everyone, and there's a weird momentary clip of people's laps. Rebecca thanks every single person for coming and hopes they had a lovely time, and says "goodie bag" in that Chicago way ("beeyag") a thousand times, and tells us that they had a wonderful time and many of them said they were "really happy to support this foundation," and I'm so sure they meant with money. Benefits are like this: you feel good just for coming. George says it was a night of "good comedy" and gives her a high rating on "all the little touches," saying that she didn't miss a trick and was very professional. Rebecca toasts her team and tells us how she "couldn't have done this without them" and that she's "extremely proud," and assures Chris that she has "no regrets whatsoever." She tells them she loved it, and loved "working with the people sitting here," and Chris begs to be gotten the hell out of there, and she wishes she could do something for James and Chris and Toral, because they gave "absolutely everything" for both Rebecca and the benefit. In the limo, and again it's a nice counterpoint, Rebecca grins and looks tired -- but not so tired that she still couldn't beat your ass.