Anyway, with the early signs of chaos brewing, Zach stepped up as the leader and said.... "I'm not getting involved." Great. Way to go, MANAGER.

Janelle then started babbling about marketing and how it was all about focus. I would say "brainpower" too, but then that might disqualify her for the job. Anyway, she announced that she was going to start at the top and hand out flyers to all the local hotels and concierges, or she called them, "Concieres." Apparently the "g" is silent in Idiot-Talk.

Jose then told us that Janelle was a big ol' diva, and I laughed with glee as we heard the early rumblings of a Wallflower Battle Royale.

We then suddenly shifted gears and learned that Tyler's friends would be coming to down. He told us that he was looking forward to some good conversation and "even better laughs." Well, if it's laughs you're looking for, just show them "RED GOD." I guarantee that'll keep them entertained for hours. Anyway, before they arrived, Tyler decided he would play a practical joke on the gang. He would have Janelle answer the door and pretend that there was no Tyler living there. Oh, it would be HILARious! Too bad Janelle was the worst prankster EVER. When Tyler's friends arrived, they saw through the gag in about .04 seconds, making this one of the lamer episode of Punk'd. If Tyler really wanted to goose his friends, he should have just had Paula answer the door and shake a broom at everyone. They'd have been back up in Massachusetts faster than you can say "KISS MY ASS!"

The group then headed off to Fat Tuesdays, and here's a surprise: Paula was refusing shots! Well, that's good. Unfortunately, Tyler's friends were probing her as to why she was denying the efficient droplets of alcoholic goodness. I thought this might turn into teary-eyed drama, but actually, Paula was pretty self-posssesed and told the friends that she just could not do shots. Better yet, she hadn't done shots in two weeks. Yay! We then cut to her downing a beer. Uh, baby steps, right?

Well, everyone got all nice and soused, and back at the house, the fun times continued as ping pong balls bounced and a massive food fight broke out. Soon, Tyler was covered in junk, and chocolate syrup was everywhere. Good thing Jo from San Francisco wasn't around. She would have freaked out and sued the island of Key West (and maybe Trinidad and Tobago too, just for old times sake).

Anyway, just like any drunken food fight, the action soon devolved into male-on-male wrestling as John and one of Tyler's friends rolled around on the carpet. Somehow, this resulted in John tossing Janelle in the hot tub, which she could not have been too thrilled about. Then again, she was also doing one of those lame baits like "You are not about to toss me in the hot tub... which I am standing next to and not moving away from at all."

This roughhousing is getting too close to RED GOD!

Nooooooooooo!!!!

OH THE HORROR!!!

It all seemed like fun times, but then later, when Tyler was cleaning up the mess, everyone seemed sort of mad at John for some reason. I think it's because he wasn't helping scrub out all the stains and whatnot. Luckily, Jose was there to lend a hand, and as he got to work, we heard Paula say "Grab a... damn sponge and make him shut the ... up!" I didn't know who that was directed towards or who she was talking about, but suddenly Jose snapped and said, "Pasha, you know what? Why don't you (bleep) about it if you're going to have a big mouth about it." This then led to a general Jose rant, and I wasn't sure what he was really bitching about or what had spurred him on, but I was thoroughly enjoying it. I also couldn't tell if this was a real fight or not because Jose seemed to be smiling a little, and as far as I could tell, Paula was not yelling, "KISS MY ASS!!!" We then saw random black and white flashbacks of Jose's former passivity (ooh! the painful memories!), and then we came back to the present where Jose yelled, "Kiss my ass! Kiss my ass!!!" You know, I was only joking about him saying that before. I didn't really expect him to say that. Granted, I think he was mocking Paula a bit, but it was still coming from a place of anger. Ah... can't wait for this wrath to turn on Janelle.

Well, after the commercial break, we then returned to the wonderful, vacant world of Zach. He was all concerned about the impending grand opening of the salon and feared that he might mess up something. Well, if he manages this event as well as he manages his hair, he should be very concerned. Nevertheless, Tyler mused, "Our grand opening looks to be extremely absurd. It'll be humorous -- in a good way." We'll be the judge of that.

Unfortunately, disaster struck the tanning salon. No, everyone didn't suddenly realize how redundant the business was. It was much worse: the tanning booths stopped working. Heavens!! Luckily, the newly impassioned Jose stepped up, talked with tech support, and saved the day. Everything was fixed, all thanks to our previously bland and passive assistant manager. It was a new Jose! To paraphrase Starship, Nothing's gonna stop him now!

Jose was so motivated to be a more active member of the team that he even went to a few hotels and handed out flyers. "I talked to a couple of concieres," Jose said, also taking a page from Janelle's book of Idiot-Speak. Concierge, people. Concierge.

WELL.

Posted by B-side on May 30, 2006 2:00 PM