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Paris and Doyle have taken up yoga! Okay, there's more. Lorelai shows up at Rory's dorm at 6 AM to break the news that she and Christopher have broken up. Meanwhile, things are going no better Chez Gilmore. Emily is duking it out with the hired nurse, who is going a few rounds with Richard, and all of them are ganging up on the maid. Richard is being uncharacteristically jerky about his new dietary recommendations, and Lorelai uses this to, for the time being, avoid telling her parents about her marital split. She can't put it off for too long, she knows, because Emily is about to have a heart attack of her own planning the party for the Lorelai-Christopher marriage that she does not yet know is over, and dealing with ol' Bitchard. Lorelai comes to the rescue She recruits Sookie to make healthy meals, and then helps Emily with Richard's accounts. Luke is alarmed when Liz and T.J. show up (with Doula) to "hang out," by which they mean "move in" while their apartment is fumigated. It takes them approximately nine seconds to get on Luke's nerves. Speaking of nerves, Mitchum takes Logan and Rory out for Logan's birthday, and once again inserts himself into their business and, basically, acts like a butthole. When he has Rory alone, Mitchum tries to rope her in to Team Logan Manipulation, but she ain't having it. Later, she and Logan really celebrate his birthday with a real cake and real party games. (Not like that!) Unfortunately, while Rory is out of the room, Logan finds out that his recent business deal has totally tanked. Over raw booze, Lorelai breaks it to Emily about Christopher. They bond over the ridiculousness of husbands, in general, and in her roundabout, evil way, Emily actually comforts Lorelai. Sadly, their newfound connection is short-lived. Want more? The full recap starts right below!
It's very early morning when Lorelai arrives at Rory's Yale apartment. She looks quizzical when she hears floaty, woo-woo music playing behind the door and tentatively knocks, calling for Paris. "Come in," Paris says, zen-ly. "The door is open." Lorelai walks in to find an even more dream-like sequence playing out. Paris and Doyle are...doing yoga. "I didn't really take you two as yoga types," Lorelai says, kind of skeptical. Doyle explains, while pushing Paris through a pose I used to know the name of, that it was a circuitous path that lead them to yoga. Paris says she only signed up for the class to help her when she had to BS her way through her med-school interviews when they asked her about homeopathic crap. "Plus," Doyle adds, "we thought it would be funny to goof on, but now..." Paris: "I guess the cosmic goof is on us." Lorelai, while no doubt transfixed by their awesome, tranquil choreography, is there to see Rory, and asks if Rory's still asleep. "You mean spiritually, or literally?" asks Paris. Lorelai says she means literally (though I would have voted for option A) and goes to Rory's room.
In fact, Rory is not asleep, but just finishing getting dressed. Rory doesn't seem at all freaked out that her mother has just shown up unannounced at 6 AM, whereas I would immediately assume that someone had died. Lorelai apologizes for not calling first. She says she left her phone at home and has just been driving around for a few hours. Now Rory's worried: "Mom, what's going on?" Lorelai takes her by the shoulders: "Want to go for a drive?"
Moments later, in the Jeep, Lorelai breaks it to Rory that she and Christopher have split up. "Mom, I'm so sorry," says Rory, full of sympathy. "Are you okay?" Lorelai says that she's okay, but kind of frantically goes through her spiel about her marriage with Christopher just not being right. She asks Rory what she's thinking, and Rory repeats that she's sorry, but that she isn't totally surprised: "At first, I was so excited that you guys were getting together because it seemed like something that was meant to be. But then I guess, to me, it kind of never felt right. I'm so sorry." Wait. What? It seemed like destiny! But it never felt right! Well, did it or not? See what you have done, Palladinos et al, with your loony storyline? You have your characters making conflicting statements within one line of dialogue. Lorelai sighs that Rory shouldn't worry -- Christopher will always be in their lives, as will Gigi: "I mean, your dad is still your dad, you know?" Yes, well, he's still your dad in the way that he's always been your dad, which is to say...not much of a dad. Rory asks who else knows about the split, and Lorelai says that she's the only one: "Well, you and the Quickie-Mart guy. I was standing by the magazines; I didn't want him to think I was verklempt over Nicole Richie, so..." Not that Lorelai could be blamed, of course. There are a lot of things about Nicole Richie that make me cry. Lorelai says that she wishes she could leave it between her and the gas-station dude, since the thought of telling Emily makes her shiver. But the thing is, while the Quickie-Mart guy may have been great at providing comfort, apparently he was not so good at providing gas -- because all of a sudden, Rory and Lorelai run out. Note to people who drive cars: if you ever are about to run out of gas, you will know about it before it happens. Your car will surge and act crazy, and usually this will happen just as a gas station appears on the horizon to torture you. All right, maybe that second part only happens if you're me. And if you were the one driving past that lady shoving her car along Northwest Highway that time, a hundred yards from the Texaco...you should have stopped and said hello. I needed some help! No one is driving by in Gilmoreville, however. The Jeep gives one muted clunk and stops on the country road -- no phones, no one around for miles. "Okay, it's okay," says Rory. "We can do this. So...we're walking?" Rory and Lorelai get out of the Jeep and head toward Route 68, down the same stretch of CW backlot where we saw Rory pick up trash during her yacht period. It's a very pretty scene, the two of them walking together, if sort of random and slightly boring. "I guess it's walking distance," says Rory. Lorelai: "I hope it's walking distance."
We are to assume, I suppose, that Rory and Lorelai somehow manage to get gas without incident, because we see them being ushered in for FND by the newest maid, Aurora the Low Talker. Poor Aurora twitches and mumbles, snatching the girls' coats and murmuring that she thinks Emily is in the living room. "What?" Lorelai says as the maid scurries away. "Her mouth is moving -- is there something wrong with my ears?" Rory says there isn't, as they try to figure out what's going on. "Ugh!" says Lorelai. "This house is a giant Skinner box with Chippendale chairs!" Rory and Lorelai go to meet Emily in the living room, where she waits for them with her typical austerity, and I think they have a conversation about whether Richard is really up to FND after his stay in the hospital, but I can't be 100% certain because for perhaps the first time since I have regularly watched this show, Lorelai's dress is so awful, it has rendered me deaf. The color: gorgeous. And later, when she sits down, she looks stunning, as usual. When she first walked in and removed her coat, I thought that although it was a bit shapeless, it might be cool in a mod sort of way. Unfortunately, she is a victim of what the glorious Fug Girls refer to as a "scrolldown" (though in this case I suppose we must call it a pan-down), because beneath the shapeless tunic-like thing, she is wearing black tights and...boots? I don't know. My eyes are crossed. Anyway, Emily snootily points out that there is no reason Richard won't be up to dinner, as sitting down to dinner with one's family does not exactly require much effort. Lorelai clearly has to restrain herself from laughing out loud. She's back on the hot seat, however, when Emily asks if Christopher will be joining them. Lorelai hems and haws, and says he's not able to make it. "Well," Emily says, dryly, "that's too bad."
When Emily offers drinks, and Lorelai orders the usual martini, a shocking revelation is made: Emily has taken alcohol off the menu. She is serving some tragic creation called a mocktail. Rory tries to get into the spirit and gamely orders a Roy Rogers, and while Lorelai continues to wig about the lack of booze, Richard's nurse comes in for what must be her hourly beratement from Emily. First of all -- a sassy black home healthcare nurse? Could we ratchet back the clichés a bit, people? She and Emily get into it when the nurse reports that Mr. Gilmore is "busy" watching golf, and will be down when he's finished. Emily is, naturally, outraged, and attempts to flay the nurse with her eyes. The Roy Rogerses...ses..es are distributed, and Lorelai can't take a sip without a smart comment. "For heaven's sake, Lorelai," Emily snaps back, "if you're unable to go for a few hours without alcohol, I can send the maid out to get you a six-pack." Further fireworks are interrupted by the arrival of Grumpa, fussing down the stairs in his dressing gown, complaining about being torn away from one of the most pivotal golf moments in history. Everyone puts on her nicest face to welcome him, but he is not having it. When Emily offers him a mocktail, he gets agitated and demands that they go straight to dinner. Emily turns to the nurse and asks her to go tell the maid to tell the chef that they are ready. Of course, Sassy wants to reiterate that taking messages to maids is not her job, which frustrates Richard even further. Poor Grandpa. Yeah, I called him Bitchard in the recaplet, but you know, the hospital makes you bitchy. The physical trauma, the emotional fright, the mental stress, the drugs -- it is a mocktail for disaster.
Things don't get any better at the dinner table. Richard fidgets and sighs in his seat, sarcastically remarking on the repeat menu of fish when Whispering Aurora arrives with his plate. "It's sea bass," Emily says, and Richard wastes no time snarking back at her. Rory cutely tries to calm the waters as her grandparents argue over the fishiness of this particular fish: "I think it tastes guuuuud." Lorelai tries, too, over-complimenting the beans and the sauce, setting Emily off into a long paragraph on the greatness of the chef and the dietary restrictions. "Enough," Richard finally sighs. "If forced, I may eat this fish, but I absolutely refuse to waste my time having a conversation about it." Haaaa! Did Grandpa have some kind of drug-induced memory loss in the hospital and forget...everything about his whole family? Because, let me remind you, Richard, you're going to waste a little time conversating as a Gilmore.
When Richard asks about Christopher, Lorelai repeats that he's traveling. This earns her a sad glance from Rory, but no one notices. Richard uses the mention of Christopher to mention the upcoming wedding party Emily is planning, to which Richard is looking forward as his only chance to get a decent meal. Of course, Emily spoils it for him when she says she's ordered a special skinless game hen for his dinner at the party. He's had enough and declares that he will return to his study to watch his classic golf match. This riles Emily anew -- she can't believe he'd rather watch golf than eat dinner with his family, especially since he knows how the match turns out. "Well," Richard shrugs, "that never stopped people going to see Hamlet." With that, he's off. Emily fumes that he would compare a game where men hit tiny balls with sticks to Hamlet. Lorelai says it is a ridiculous comparison: "Golf is really more like Richard III, you know?" she jokes. "They're all hunched over." Hilarious.
Emily storms out to retrieve Richard, and Rory fixes her mom with a stern look: "Sounds like Grandma is going full steam ahead with this party planning thing." Lorelai throws up her hands, saying she knows. "She's going to kill four hundred Cornish game hens!" says Rory . "Probably with her bare hands!" Lorelai is on edge, frantically pointing out, "Your grandfather just had a heart attack! Your grandmother is not drinking! This isn't exactly the ideal time to tell them that their one and only daughter's marriage has failed!" Rory sighs, agreeing with her position, but Lorelai rants on: "I don't know what she'll do! She's gone bananas! For all I know, she'll throw a Molotov mocktail at me!" Rory appeals to her better nature: "But only you can save the Cornish game hens! Save the Cornish game hens!" Heeee. T-shirt!
The 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!"
Over at Luke's, Miss Patty and Babette discuss the current word on the street about Lorelai and Christopher. So as not to arouse suspicion in Luke, they're using code names. "So did the Hen [Lorelai] break up with the Beagle [Chris]," Babette asks, "or did the Beagle break up with the Hen?" Babette says that's unclear. They're sad for the poor Hen, who has been through too much. Anyway, Babette says, good riddance to the Beagle, who belongs with other Beagles. "Yeah," Miss Patty agrees, "and the Hen belongs with...the Rooster [Luke]." Apparently, Luke already knows all this news, as the infamous Eastside Tillie was in yesterday, blabbing about it. Babette, however, can't get a bead on his feelings about the matter: "You know the Rooster. It's like lookin' at Stonehenge! I don't know what he thinks." Miss Patty says she hopes that the Rooster gets his act together, because she thinks he and the Hen belong together. Babette agrees, although she thinks maybe the Hen would be good with someone else: "Like...a penguin or an ostrich, maybe!" Kirk, eavesdropping from a neighboring table, can no longer keep silent: "Are you insinuating that a hen could mate with an ostrich?"
As Kirk rants on, Liz and T.J. arrive with Doula. "She's lookin' good, huh?" says T.J. as Luke smiles over her. "Sturdy, too, like maybe she'll be a female wrestler." Luke: "Oh, fingers crossed, huh?" Good one -- Luke finally gets a funny line. Bad news: T.J., Liz, and the baby are there to stay while their place is getting fumigated. Where old Luke would have stroked out at this development -- two adults and a baby staying in his one-room apartment? -- new, sensitive-dad Luke is resigned and tells them to make themselves at home. Whatever. Bring back curmudgeonly Luke if we're going to have to deal with T.J.
Elsewhere, Richard is bitching, yet again, about his food. The chef has served up some nice miso, but this is not acceptable. "Soup," he complains, "is not a meal. Nor is a salad." God, what is it with men and the whole "proper meal" business? Seriously, my husband and I had a throwdown just last week on a rare night when neither of us felt like cooking about how a peanut butter sandwich is not a "real meal." My argument was that sometimes, though, isn't it enough? No, my husband insisted, peanut butter is what a ten-year-old eats after school. I guess it would ruin my image to tell you what I suggested he eat instead, then. The doorbell rings, and as all the slaves are hiding, Emily screeches for someone to open it while Richard is unspeakably bitchy to the chef. Pandemonium naturally ensues, and finally Emily rages to the door herself. The idea! Answering your own door! It's Lorelai with the meds. She asks how her dad is doing, and as Emily puts on a brave face, saying that he's fine, they hear Richard yelling, Emily-style, at the chef, who quits on the spot: "I have worked in so many four-star restaurants, I could have my own constellation!" With that, he rips off his apron and storms out in a huff. Richard follows suit, going off to watch golf while Emily nervously asks about some business arrangements he has yet to handle. He also has yet to eat anything, upsetting Emily even more. Lorelai suggests that she, Emily Gilmore, make Richard something. Emily gives her a look which says it all, and Lorelai makes an immediate retraction, suggesting instead that the maid make him something. Emily huffs that Aurora is hiding, and Emily and Lorelai both sigh and begin creeping around the house, calling her name like a game of blueblood hide-and-seek. Emily is in a state. Richard's being an asshole, the nurse is a witch, Aurora is hiding, and the accountant keeps calling: "Everything is falling apart! Everything is chaotic." Lorelai calms her down, makes her a mocktail, and says that she'll handle all the house stuff and get Richard fed. Emily pauses her histrionics for just a moment before charging off again to call the accountant's office.
Later, Sookie arrives in the Gilmore kitchen with a load of Tupperware. Lorelai has asked her to make some healthy meals for Richard, and Sookie's come to the rescue. "Did I already mention that you're a goddess?" Lorelai asks, in thanks. Sookie requests that, in that case, she get to be the goddess with the multiple arms. Lorelai's phone rings. It's Rory, decorating Logan's apartment with highlights from the Gilmore birthday legacy. It's sweet but, well...isn't this sort of making Logan's birthday about Rory? And, are we surprised? And, should she be shutting up? Nah, we'll let it slide. Rory and her mom review the Rory birthdays of legend. When Rory turned six, they had a space birthday, featuring suits made of garbage bags and freeze-dried ice cream. This was followed by the fiesta birthday, also with freeze-dried ice cream.
Rory and Lorelai are interrupted by Logan on the other line, who tells Rory that Mitchum has invited them out to dinner that night to celebrate Logan's birthday. "Oh...that's great," says Rory, surrounded by all this work she's done to put his hoopla treatment together (cake included). She says, however, that it's important that Logan spend time with his dad, and that they can celebrate later on their own. "Are you sure?" Logan asks. "It'll probably be lame -- for all I know he's inviting us to crash a meeting with Rupert Murdoch." Ha! Logan thanks Rory for understanding, and they hang up.
Back on the phone with Lorelai, Rory updates her about her change of plans for the night. "That sounds like a load of laughs," says Lorelai. Rory sighs: "That man is fundamentally incapable of making me feel anything but small and awful." Au contraire, Lorelai reminds her: "He's made you feel incompetent, too." Rory changes the subject, asking if Lorelai has told Emily yet about the impending divorce: "I feel compelled to remind you that the lives of four hundred Cornish game hens hang in the balance."
Back at Luke's, Mr. and Mrs. Irritating have spread themselves, their stuff, their baby stuff, and Liz's jewelry stuff all over the apartment. In a roundabout way, they get to talking about Luke's visiting Lorelai's dad in the hospital. Liz gets downright kooky about it, waggling her eyebrows all cutesy like she's teasing Luke about getting back together with Lorelai. This is annoying for about seven reasons, not the least of which is that I distinctly remember Liz giving Luke a speech about how being with Lorelai was never right for him. T.J. must also remember it, because he renews that party line immediately. "I don't think you should get back together with her," he says, of Lorelai. "That woman is drama. Don't call her! Don't open that Pandora's box! Lock it up!"
Logan and Rory arrive at Le Fancy, or whatever it's called, for dinner with Mitchum. Rory looks quite lovely, as is confirmed by Mitchum in a champagne toast. Mitchum's assiness is as ripe as ever, and blabs on about his personal friend the chef and the gutsy move he made by opening his own restaurant. He is overly amused by everything Rory says, and showers her with compliments, asking if she still intends to pursue journalism. She confirms that she does, and that she has just applied for a prestigious internship at the New York Times. Naturally, she is suspicious at all of Mitchum's compliments, recalling his total bastardness of the past.
Speaking of bastardly behavior, Emily is in high dudgeon in Richard's office, stressing over the business accounts. When Lorelai comes in to report on the food situation she has arranged with Sookie, Emily vaguely thanks her, before asking why Lorelai's doing all this. How Lorelai doesn't knock her to the ground, I don't know. Instead, Lorelai says that she's just trying to help so that Emily won't freak out so much and, in fact, Lorelai can easily help with the accounting stuff. "How can you help?" Emily asks, like a jerk. "Mom," Lorelai reminds her, "I have a business; I helped Dad set up this business; I went to business school." And while Emily looks on in amazement, protesting her every move, Lorelai takes charge at the computer. She explains that she can easily email Richard's Quicken files to the accountant handling the tax forms, just like she files hers every year for the Inn. Emily amazed that Lorelai knows anything about this, and as Lorelai tries to explain, Emily finally rolls her eyes and goes to the cabinet for some real booze: "Vodka or Scotch?" Lorelai declares it a regular speakeasy. She's willing to drink straight from the bottle. Instead, Emily gets her a glass, and Lorelai takes one mighty swig, giving herself the strength to blurt, "Mom, Christopher and I split up." The genius Kelly Bishop lets fifty reactions play across her face in just a few moments of silence before finally saying simply, and with typical Emily dignity, "I hardly know what to say." Lorelai looks relieved. "Really?!" she asks hopeful. "Because you don't have to say anything! Now, or ever!" Oh, Lorelai, you won't get off that easy.
Back at Chez Wealthy, Mitchum is still laying on the charm. He's exceedingly proud of Logan, obviously, because of his son's recent business success. When Logan has to leave the table for a business call, Mitchum shines his ass-kissing light full on Rory. Remembering his past behavior, it is a RIDICULOUS conversation. Mitchum blabs on and on about what an asset Rory has been for Logan. He gives her the credit for Logan's success, saying that the whole family is very thankful. When Rory protests that Logan deserves all the praise, Mitchum shakes his hairplugs, calling her too modest. "I know we've had our differences in the past," Mitchum says. "Yyyeah," Rory says, thinking he's finally going to admit his assery. But no, instead he makes her toast to their being on the same page, and says that she's part of the team to help Logan figure out his steps. Rory is stunned, especially when Mitchum says that he's going to take care of Rory, as well -- that he will set her up in any of his newspapers. "Um," Rory points out, "I seem to recall you said I didn't have it." Nice one, Rory. But you know, that's all bygones to Mitchum. He waves it off, and when Logan comes back to the table, he pats himself on the back for ordering the flamingest, booziest possible dessert.
Back at Luke's, T.J. and Liz are in Luke's bed while he bunks on April's little twin. When they are all awaked by Doula, Luke overhears his sister and brother-in-law renew their conversation about him and Lorelai. Liz has now, despite her earlier statements about the two of them being in different space/time continuums, decided that they belong together. "It's all about the wormholes," she says, and Luke listens in the dark with a thoughtful look on his face.
Meanwhile, Lorelai has given Emily a crash course in business. Emily is sort of excited by all this Quicken stuff. They are a little drunk as they go through the menu of instructions. "Mom," Lorelai says, "you got it all down!" She says that she has to give Richard a break while he recovers from the surgery and that he won't be watching TV in the bedroom forever. Emily, however, gets boozily wistful. "It's like a canoe," she says, apropos of nothing. When Lorelai wonders what she's talking about, Emily says that married life is like a canoe. You're just paddling along together for years. Now, though, she says, Richard's dropped his paddle, and the canoe is going in circles: "And it's hard work." Lorelai restrains herself from laughing. "And I'm getting tired," Emily adds. Suddenly, Emily looks hard at her daughter. "You," she says, almost proudly, "are in a kayak. You know how to do all this!" Lorelai assures Emily that she knows how to do stuff, too: "You are totally capable," she says. Emily says that, sure, she went to Smith and graduated, but that she never intended to be anything but a wife. She says that everything was going well until Richard wasn't there anymore, and now he's watching golf nonstop, and she feels alone and doesn't know anything about their finances. "But, Mom," Lorelai insists, pointing to the computer, "now you know! And you know how to right-click!" Emily takes another swig and goes on talking about Lorelai and how independent she is. "I am kayak," says Lorelai. "Here me roar." Emily says that Lorelai's always done well without a husband: "It's really not such a horrible thing that you're going to get a divorce. You're going to be fine." With that, Emily puts a consoling hand Lorelai's shoulder that shocks me so much, I tear up. It surprises Lorelai to the point where she gives a tenuous, sweet "Thanks, Mom." Emily continues: "You may even marry someone else someday," says Emily. "Who knows?" Lorelai waves that off: "Pfft," she snarks. "Who knows."
When Logan and Rory arrive back at his apartment, he is amazed at the work she's done, but hits a bad moment when she leaves the room to change and he gets a call on his cell phone. Bad news, again: Logan's business deal has totally, totally crashed. Richie Rich is in trouble, y'all.
The moment, at Gilmore Central, Lorelai and Emily are hung-over at the breakfast table. While Lorelai keeps up their friendly chatty tone of the night, Emily has returned to her icy self, now with 9,000% more iciness. She even mentions having to cancel all the wedding-party plans, which makes Lorelai's face fall completely flat. HATE! Why can't Emily be awesome for more than five minutes? Sad, Lorelai gets up to leave, looking like a little girl who has been chastised, once again.