P.S. Alexis sends her best, also. Speaking of indeterminate sexuality.

At Party City you get the bassoon of impending failure, and the stompy-face editing we've been getting, I don't know if that's a real thing or a red herring, because they're both dumb. I love Rebecca, but I'm going to feel all kinds of M. Night Shyamalanned if Randal doesn't get hired next week. Mark's world-weary and Party Citied out about this shit, and we are treated to a montage of all kinds of plastic crap that they're shopping for, and Mark's about as comfortable here as he would be at the OB/GYN and just whining: "Ribbons, place cards...I don't know why it takes all four of us…" Neither do we. Neither does Randal. Josh finds some megaphones and distracts the cashier while Randal goes sprinting out the store with them. Mark explains again that he's already rescheduled with the guy, but Randal is too busy counting random pieces of plastic crap and Mark's begging to go to this meeting, and Randal pulls rank. So Mark has to call the dude -- his whole assignment for the day -- and there's a pretty awkward conversation. Like, you try to imagine being Mark, having to make that call. ("No, actually I'm not calling to reschedule for a fifteenth time, I'm calling to cancel altogether. Sorry I wasted your entire morning for you. Um, I'd prefer not to tell you why because it's too embarrassing.") It's just too yucky. Mark interviews that this is the first decision of Randal's that he's not in complete agreement with, and bemoans the fact that they're already off schedule.