Dinner wraps up as Whitney and Jay make more sexy eyes and make a big show of being super-nice to the waiters. It's very "I'm about to go get laid so I love everyone!" As they walk off, Jay offers Whitney a place to stay (wink, wink) and promises he won't make her late to her fashion show. Whitney accepts without hesitation, and they stroll off, stopping to make out on a corner as they make their way to a mattress with six-week-old dirty sheets lying on the floor of the one-bedroom apartment he shares with his entire band and their dates for that night. Commercials.

The next morning, Whitney tells Erin how smooth Jay was during their date, with his busboy friends and Australian-ness. Erin asks if Whitney went home with him, and Whitney gives an eyebrow shrug that translates roughly to, "Damn, I left early to avoid the walk of shame for this?" Whitney admits that she really likes Jay, and Erin is super-supportive. On a complete side note, one of Erin's walls is acid green, like in a hue that makes me suspect she tapes low-budget weather forecasts there.

And it's Fashion Week in New York faster than you can say Balenciaga. Fancy folk like Rosario Dawson and Eva "I'm not pregnant, I'm just fat!" Longoria (Parker), J.Lo, Uma Thurman, Molly Sims, and Rachel "I'm not anorexic, I'm just a Chupacabra!" Zoe attend the DvF show. Backstage, Whitney assists with the models. On a positive note, the producers of this show seem much less desperate to make it seem like Whitney has actual responsibilities than they were The Hills hacks. I'm slightly tempted to give this show some credibility -- but I'm not holding my breath. Also, Ms. von Furstenberg decided that Spring '09 will be full of floppy-hatted, late-era hippies and vaguely Native American styles. It's very '70s. Perhaps Marlon Brando will refuse to accept an Oscar on the runway for the Fall '09 show.

Afterward, everyone reconvenes at the 60 Thompson hotel to celebrate. There, Whitney and Olivia meet Samantha, an assistant buyer from Bergdorf Goodman. They share a crisscrossed handshake web, and Olivia makes it known that she hates a dead handshake. I'm not sure whether she's shit-talking Whitney or the BG buyer, but, either way, Bitch. Capital B. While she yammers about her belt to some hipster, Whitney chats with Alixe, who was super-impressed by Whitney's back-of-the-house work. Olivia appears to overhear their exchange and looks on jealously. Now that Whitney could be used for strategic reasons, Olivia deems her worthy of her fabulous Upper East Side dinner party. She invites her and Whitney seems excited to come, promising to invite Jay, too.