Episode Report Card Sars: C | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Future Tense
By Sars | Season 4 | Episode 4 | Aired on 10.24.2000
Non-birthday party. Tons of kids, blasting music, the usual. Jen, arms crossed over her chest all hostile body language, walks in the front door with Dawson, spots Drue, and starts bitching elaborately about him, including a reference to Drue convincing people "that he's the sausage king of Chicago," like, please please leave John Hughes out of this -- he suffered enough for his sins with Curly Sue. Dawson asks "the inevitable question." "Was he my boyfriend? No," Jen says quickly. "Was he an indiscretion? Yes." Dawson laughs knowingly. Shut up, Dawson. Jen adds that she's not sure "what [Drue] remembers -- we were both chemically altered at the time," and that's all she has to say on the subject. Dawson smiles condescendingly. Shot of Drue passing out cups of punch.
Pacey and Joey wind through the crowd. Drue greets them. Non-witty repartee. Drue hands them both cups. Pacey takes Joey's away from her: "It is a proven fact that you, Madame, cannot handle your alcohol." Joey glares at him and asks if it's his contention that he can drink, but she can't. Yes, he says, because, as she pointed out, he's a guy, and if he's getting yelled at for it, he should "get to act like" a guy once in a while. As a woman who could whip most men's butts at quarters, closed down East Village bars every weekend once upon a time, and on one occasion took eleven shots of vodka in an hour and a half and didn't even puke, and whose mother could and did drink fraternity brothers under the table, I'd like to object to the inherent sexism here. I don't endorse heavy drinking, but you don't have to have a dick to do it. All right, then.
So Joey just seethes at Pacey, who promptly backs down and yammers about getting Joey's approval, and he'd never drink without asking her first, and instead of getting even more sickened by his neediness, Joey actually smiles all satisfied. Whatever! Not Siamese twins! "That's fine," she says, setting her jaw. Pacey, surprised: "It is?" "Yeah. We'll both be guys tonight. Cheers," and she walks off, sipping from her punch. Pacey follows her like a whipped dog. Whatever, whatever, whatever. Cut the cord, the both of you.
"Bedazzled is hilarious!" Yeah, and I'm James Earl Jones.
I'm not really James Earl Jones. Just, you know, wanted to make that clear.
More party fun times. Girls in bikinis by the pool; token minority extras with SuperSoakers. Jen confronts Drue: "This isn't your house, is it?" Drue is "shocked" that she'd think such a thing, and dryly accuses her of ingratitude, but Jen thinks he didn't throw the party at his own house because, if the party gets busted, Jen gets blamed, because the partygoers won't remember who invited them; they'll only remember that it's a party for Jen. Drue glibs a little, then admits bitterly that it isn't his house, and "maybe [his] house…isn't even a house." Jen snarks at him some more. Drue goes to hang with the drunken shirtless idiots in lounge chairs.