Episode Report Card Al Lowe: A | 1 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Up A Creek
By Al Lowe | Season 7 | Episode 15 | Aired on 02.19.2007
The next morning, Rory is setting up a tray of cinnamon rolls and coffee at Logan's apartment when Logan wanders in, wearing his pajamas. Rory pouts, insisting that he get right back to bed, since that is technically the only place one can receive a birthday breakfast in bed. They strike a deal that he will get back in bed if he can bring his laptop. Logan is charmed that Rory is so into "the birthday thing." He says that birthdays are not a big deal in the Huntzberger family. His parties as a child were more about the adults, and that he never even got a real birthday cake -- instead, it was always some flambé thing with alcohol in it. Poor little rich boy! Rory says that she's going to cure all his birthday memories with the patented Gilmore treatment. "Plenty of hoopla in a Gilmore birthday, huh?" asks Logan, smiling. Rory says that there is hoopla and then some; her mom always went all out. "How's your mom doing?" asks Logan. Rory's face gets a little sad, but says that her mom's okay. "And you?" he asks. Rory: "I feel like celebrating your birthday." She's sad that Logan keeps checking his email to see if there is any further news about the deal he closed. She especially wants him to tell his dad, who surely will be happy, since Huntzbergers love to celebrate achievement. Logan says that he doesn't want to tell his dad; he can just read about it in the Wall Street Journal, which will soon run a story on Logan's visionary talents.
Back at the CrapShack, Lorelai has not even made her morning coffee when she receives the first frantic Emily call of the day. Emily barely even gets out a nonsensical sentence before turning and talking to the nurse, with Lorelai still on the phone. "Mom," she says to no avail, "are you on peyote?" This right here, people? This is my life. Except my mother calls me from the line at Costco while I'm in a meeting and it goes like this:
Al: Hello?
JoLowe: Ayull, Ah'm in CAWSTCoooh an' they've got these paper towels on sayull, Dew yew wawnt some?
All at approximately 97 decibels. And before I can remind her that we, in fact, live in different states and that should I desire to go and buy 140 rolls of paper towels for my house, I can just go to my local Costco -- oh and that, by the way, I am busy right now because it is 9 AM on a Wednesday -- she gets to the register and starts arguing with the check-out girl. At this point, we engage in the typical round-robin of "No, I really don't...AREN'T THESE OWN SAYULL?...Ma'am, the other ones are on sale...Mother? MOTHER?...Oh, well, I don't want them, then, AL THESE AREN'T THE ONES!...Ma'am?...Mother, I need to go...HUH? HOLD ONmmmph, my daughter, blah blah, paper towels, etc." All of this is going on right -- in a much more high-toned, Connecticut fashion, of course -- at the Gilmore residence while Lorelai stands by in her own house. Emily is upset because the pharmacy won't deliver Richard's medications, and passive-aggressively asks Lorelai to go and pick them up. Lorelai kind of calls her on it, but this is not the time to mess with Emily who, after spitting out the pharmacy directions, simply hangs up. "No, no problem," Lorelai cheerily says to the dial tone. "It's just nice to be appreciated. By the way, Chris and I broke up. Bye!"