Jim and Karen find Michael in the break room; Jim asks Michael if they can leave early to go spend the night in New York. "Why, so you can do it?" asks Michael. "Whoops," says Jim quietly. Heh. Michael says he thought they'd all leave together the next morning, in a convoy. Not carpooling, because when you carpool, you can't pull up alongside each other, give each other the finger, moon each other. Jim's like, "We're going tonight." Michael doesn't argue. Karen can't leave well enough alone, and asks how Michael would moon them if he were driving. Michael: "Cruise control." I'll bet that Michael's also anticipated twisty roads and stocked his car with prosthetic butt cheeks.
Kevin buttonholes Jim in some corner of the office and asks which he thinks is hotter -- Karen or Pam. Jim says he isn't going to discuss it, but Kevin ignores him, making his own pro/con list. Pam is taller, and has bigger breasts, but Karen has a prettier face. Jim regards him, nodding seriously, and tells Kevin to take the rest of the day, figure it out, and bring Jim his findings. Kevin takes off, delighted finally to have gotten the assignment he was born to fulfill.
Pam enters the break room to find several of her co-workers looking like they just stopped talking about her (and Ryan sitting sullenly alone at a table at the back of the room). Oscar speaks up first, telling Pam there's something he's been meaning to tell her: "I really miss our friendship." Pam smiles, with weary good humor. Stanley says he's never heard Pam talk that much: "I thought it was Kelly." Immediately, Kelly retorts that she never would have done that: "It was Patheticville. No offense, Pam." Heh. Meredith waves everyone off, telling Pam that everyone was so drunk they probably don't remember anything, but Creed declares that he not only remembered, he blogged about it.
Creed interviews: "www.creedthoughts.gov.www/creedthoughts. Check it out." Oh my God, you guys, that URL totally doesn't work!
Cut to Ryan, who interviews that, last year, Creed asked him how to set up a blog. "Wanting to protect the world from being exposed to Creed's brain," Ryan opened a Word document on Creed's computer and put an address at the top of the page. We see Creed updating the file as Ryan adds that he's read some of it: "Even for the internet, it's pretty shocking." You know, ever since I heard tell that there was Harry Potter/unicorn slash, I think I might be unshockable.
Michael comes over to Accounting to say his (premature) goodbyes. Kevin asks whether he thinks it will be weird working with Jan in New York, but Michael says that they haven't spoken since they broke up, and he assumes that if she had anything to say, she'd have gotten in touch with him. He adds that it's "basically" a done deal anyway, and that he's already sold his condo. Oscar pinches his nose against the migraine this conversation is giving him, and Angela asks who advised him to sell his condo. Michael whines that he'll need to buy a new place, and Angela's like, "But you said you were in debt!" What's mind-boggling here, of course, isn't that Michael sold his condo; it's that he ever had the wherewithal to buy one in the first place.