By the way, I guess I have to point out that it's really not clear how Sean had everyone fooled into thinking he was rich. I mean, if his dad's a butler, what was up with the Rolex and the chauffeur rides? You could fanwank it, but it's a big job. Also, Duncan's "Where's Chester?" comment suggests that they had played this game regularly, and how could Sean afford that? Wankable again, but there's only so many times you can do that before you lose interest. Also, as long as I'm tying up loose ends, there's no mention of the computer or the journal. A lot of people speculated that the journal never actually existed, and I agree: that might be the case. After all, what would the last year look like? "Broke up with girlfriend for no reason, other than that she might be my sister. Took meds. Acted wooden. Took meds. Acted wooden. Took meds. Acted wooden." I see now that writing that thing on a computer would have a lot of advantages.
Chez Echolls. Jake is telling Lynn and Haaron about some winery near Ojai. Haaron catches sight of Ho Peep, but covers by saying that the Echollses and Kanes can go the next year for the crush (when wineries harvest their grapes). Lynn says she's so excited. Haaron is too, for other reasons.
Mars Investigations. Keith is taking a look at the photos again. He zeroes in on a picture of one of the two other women Haaron admitted to having slept with. She's posing in a Wonder Woman-type outfit, against a backdrop of intricately-carved pumpkins. As they used to say in noir films: "That ain't good, sweetheart."
Chez Echolls. Some jerk finishes up on the piano, and Lynn tells everyone to stay put for nine o'clock: "I have a big holiday surprise for everyone!" Haaron sees another of his squeezes sucking an olive suggestively at him. Jeez, hon. At least find some mistletoe and make it look good.
Keith is urgently getting his coat on as he calls the caterer again. He learns that the girl who was fired was a carver. So that's who was cutting all those people on Nip/Tuck! Keith asks if she can tell him what the woman looks like. Well, she's wearing a Santa hat and looking pretty unpsyched about serving a tray of California rolls, if the ensuing cut is any indication.
Pool house. A sort of punky version of "The Little Drummer Boy" plays. I can honestly say that's the best Christmas music I've heard so far this season. Veronica wins a hand, and snarks that she's kind of impressed with herself. Connor: "You must be really unlucky in love." Veronica laughs. Duncan: "I'm right here." Okay, not really. Logan suggests that they take a break, and Weevil says he could eat something. So it's your turn on your knees? Incidentally, Veronica just won that hand -- everyone still seems to be in the tournament at this point. I'm guessing Keith will be going to that Padres camp, though.