Whitney interrupts to ask Erin if she needs to go to the bathroom. Girl translation: Gossip time! Whitney feels bad because Jay and his band mates are giving her shit for being late. Jay approaches. Erin apologizes, but he tells them they should all just forget about it. Erin proposes that great mind eraser: Tequila shots. "Done!" proclaims Jay. Outside, Olivia gets a cab back to her uptown bastion of safety from those disease-carrying hipsters. FYI: Anyone interested in a semi-objective account of the night's events, go here.

The next day, Whitney reports to DVF. She finds a chipper, flat-ironed Olivia and asks if she enjoyed the concert. Olivia, with the enthusiasm of a corpse, says, "Totally." Whitney again brings up how she felt bad about being late, but Olivia couldn't care less. She did, however, find a new gig for Jay's band, because one of her friends is running a charity concert and the band fell through. Olivia says she put in a good word for Jay (inexplicably). She also mentions that New York luminary Brooke Shields will be there. Oh, please, if there is a God, let the Snapple lady be there, too. I think she and Jay would really hit it off!

Later that day, Whitney appears to wake Jay up -- at about five in the afternoon -- to break the "good" news to him. He is immediately dubious about any gesture of goodwill from Olivia. He jokes that her crowd is a "Neil Diamond type of crowd" and that he might have to sing "Sweet Caroline." He also mentions getting "Bevan" up on stage. He really hates these people, is the gist. Whitney laughs, but continues to push for it, so eventually Jay relents. He and Whitney seal the deal with a kiss.

That night, Erin meets JR for dinner at Antique Garage in Soho. He is all smiles now that she has come back into his life. She brings up the aforementioned shitty timing, and they decide to play it by ear. They act like this is the most meaningful conversation anyone on planet Earth has ever had, but I can't for the life of me figure out what just happened. Well, of course, nothing happened. But obviously the producers merited that little slice of nothing worthy of one-third of this entire chunk of time between the high-paying advertisements, so...? Now to commercials. Yay, Payless! Boo, Vanessa Hudgens! Also, the producers seem to have realized how pointless those craptastic "Coming Up" snippets were, so they've gotten rid of them. Producers, 897; Lady Lola, 1!