Episode Report Card Pamie: B | 1 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Girls Gone Mild
By Pamie | Season 4 | Episode 17 | Aired on 04.12.2004
Glenn doesn't want Paris driving the minivan, because she drives how she lives: like an anxious maniac. Lorelai meets Glenn, points to the bumper sticker, and congratulates him on being Student of the Month at his middle school. Glenn gives the nervous laugh of a college student staring at a hot mom. Lorelai tells Glenn that Rory gets carsick so that he'll let her sit up front (for the airbags). Paris speeds away. Lorelai looks nervous.
Here's a snapshot of my reaction upon seeing CuteDean in that Olsen twins movie. My arm shot up, index finger extended to the screen. My mouth dropped, my eyebrows furrowed and I made this sound: "Ruugh!"
The gang arrives at the Sea Sprite Motel in Florida. They drove like the wind, I guess. The hotel is kickin'. Glenn calls Paris a lunatic. Paris says she shaved three hours off the MapQuest time, so they should be thanking her. She takes out her wallet and never puts it back the rest of the time they're at the motel. She tips everyone for everything, barking orders left and right, getting their bags taken to their room (she slips a twenty to get a better view). Janet goes for a short run around the block. "She looks so normal and then that happens," Rory notes. As Paris tips left and right on the way to their room, she explains that she always tips as she goes along, instead of at the end of the trip, so that the staff never knows when the honey pot dries up: "And it keeps them from going through your stuff and robbing you blind."
Paris checks out their room and tips for a VCR. She tells Rory to pull her covers down and roll in her bed so that when the four other girls "and 10K Barbie" come in, they think the beds are taken. That's a lot of girls for one room. Too bad we don't see them for the rest of the episode. Because if I were Paris and Rory (which I pretty much am), there's a great scene they're missing where I watch crazy girls get drunk and leave wet towels on my bed, borrow my makeup without asking, puke in the tub, have sex on the floor while I'm trying to sleep, and then unplug my cell phone to charge their own. I didn't go to Spring Break, you see, but I once lived with an Aggie who had more than his share of crazy Texan girls parade through our apartment en masse, making our place look like a kitchen on The Real World. Paris looks like a crazy person, rolling around, beating her mattress to make the bed look lived in (and if she keeps tipping that housekeeper, no matter what she does she's going to find that bed made up when she returns to the room). Rory eventually jumps into her own bed and rolls around. Rory jokes that she was worried she'd feel stupid. Once they stop moving, they feel relaxed. And tired. And warm. Because they drove for a million hours straight, I'm assuming. Paris gets up to see what all the ruckus is about. Rory follows. They stand outside their room and watch a pile of frat boys pour out of a car. A boy walks by and says hello to Rory. She says hi back. Paris says that in Burma, after such an exchange she'd be married. Rory threatens to make Paris's bed. Paris tips a stranger so that he'll bring her a soda. She says he may not work here now, but with "that mug of his" it's only a matter of time.