We open with Juliette being queen bee of the studio. She’s force-marching her band thru take after take of a song they already have nailed. The consensus between Deacon, the publicist (damn, I really need to find out her name if she’s going to be a recurring character!) and Goodman is that Juliette is avoiding going home because she don’t wanna see her mama.
I really like how she’s in control in the studio. I also love that she acknowledges that her band is tired but hell, she’s payin’ ‘em isn’t she? Capitalism works, folks.
Rayna is getting ready to start shooting some commercial. She’s admiring herself in the mirror as Bucky tries to sell her on putting out a Greatest Hits album. Rayna is NOT into it. She’ll put out a compilation when she’s 70.
This dress is almost beautiful but somehow the knots at the shouders and the ruffles down the front make it look cheap. And I highly doubt that dress comes from Dress Barn. The colour of it is amazing and I do love a swishy skirt.
Teddy and Rayna share a phone convo and it nicely highlights that they really are a team. Each supports and encourages the other. Shame about all the secret keeping…they really do have a foundation of love between them.
Connie, you have an amazing face. You are beautiful and I love the eye makeup. Just…the frosted pink lippy…it reminds me of this:
I pulled this pic off Dlisted. And folks, ifyou’ve never been – you MUST. I’ve laughed until I’ve cried more times than I care to count from reading Michael K’s nuggets of hilarity.
Teddy and Peggy have a tete-a-tete in some parking garage. Peggy is freaking out. She, surprisingly, doesn’t want to go to prison. As opposed to the millions of others who are waiting for their names to come up to the top of the Prison Waiting List. Dumb bitch! You don’t want to go to prison? Don’t break the law. Easy peasy. Two simple steps to success.
The Federal auditors are harassing Peggy for a sitdown so they can go over her books and accounts. She finally reveals what the BIG SECRET is.
“Teddy, we borrowed over two million dollars.”
“Yeah, and returned every penny of it.”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s still embezzlement. If we both go to the Feds now, before they find anything, there is a good chance they will cut us a deal.”
AHAHAHHAHAAA. If you think I spent years on the sidelines, raising my kids while my wife made moony eyes on stage at her drug-addict ex lover (possible babydaddy) only to beg the Feds for some kind of pity deal, you are out of your gorgeous head. Let me get my reptilian overlord on this, stat.