Romy hosts the party and gets jealous. Maguire leaves the party in a snit. Cecilia gets her life saved at the party. Joss endangers her life after the party. J.B. hides from the party. Sarah gets a letter from Bailey, does drastic deeds, and shows people her butt at the party.

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Again we are treated to a perky voice-over giving us the lowdown on last week's episode, but this time it's Romy The Duck-Billed Platypus's voice. I'm thinking, not bad, at least we won't be subjected to Sarah's annoying voice-over every week; we'll get a little variety in the simpering Time of Your Life melting pot.

The opening scene is one big excite.com commercial as Sarah attempts to instant-message Bailey, who pretty much signs off almost immediately, telling her that he is busy. Ouch, Love bytes. Maguire and Sarah must have gotten past that awkward stage, because he is helping to move stuff into her apartment. Actually, "helping" isn't quite the right word, because Sarah is just sitting in front of her computer complaining about Bailey's being mad at her, and Maguire appears to be doing all of the moving. So, I guess I should correct myself and say that they must have gotten past the awkward stage because once again Maguire is Sarah's lackey. "Yep, I am once again a girl with stuff," Sarah giggles as Maguire drops a tall box labeled "Bureau" on the floor. It's not really clear where all this "stuff" is coming from, but I really hope she somehow got it sent from home, because she sure as hell couldn't have afforded the sleek little laptop she's using to e-mail Bailey. Especially since there are no signs of Sarah having another job. Sarah decides she needs to go home to San Francisco for the weekend in order to smooth things over with Bailey.

There's a shot of Romy the Platypus actually working at a temp job, a dating service run by a demonic woman who sticks her phallic-looking tongue down men's throats in order to fertilize the egg sacks she has hanging in her closet. Wait, no, that was last week's Charmed. Well, Platypus is working at a dating service, but she gets the order of the boot with jolly rapidity. She's interviewing a client and asks him a few questions about his "ideal woman." He answers, "Maybe she'd look like you, if I'm lucky. Only with kind of bigger boobs." And maybe with lips that don't look as though they soul-kissed a vacuum hose. To retaliate, Romy-Platypus zooms the camera in for an in-depth look at his nose hair. Of course, she gets fired for this, but she decides to tell off her boss anyway, saying that she hated the job and hated the boss and that her boss's "30 Karmic Steps to Finding True Love" is a "crock." I'm no longer surprised that Prima Donna can't seem to hold down a steady job.