The baptism seems like a lovely ritual, filled with singing, incense, a procession, the actual baptism – as Amanda says, it’s like a Broadway production. Tricia is there, but Justin and Lindsay aren’t.
Of course, the part where the put the child in a giant goblet is a bit disconcerting . . .
I have to say I’m not a big fan of Heifer, but I started to like her in the Finale and Reunion. She definitely has her obsessions (hello, mammaries!) but seems like a somewhat decent person. Or she’s getting a better edit. Win-win anyway.
We go from religious significance to skid row: Drunky sitting at the bar waiting for Jenny and Brian at Porta Via. Jenny shares that she saw a finished drink in front of Drunky, along with a fresh one. As soon as they’re seated, the waitress walks over with a drink from a “gentleman at the bar”. It’s tequila, neat. Then the champagne Jenny and Brian ordered arrives. Drunky says she’s going to be a sloppy mess. Jenny and Brian already look alarmed.
Think we’ll just stick with water.
Drunky then proceeds to clearly drink, in turn, from all three glasses, and repeatedly. Reminds me of my drinking days. Good times . . .
At Brian’s question, Drunky says Kristin knows she has a business degree and doesn’t want to be a nanny all her life, she’d rather work in Kristin’s business. Jenny shares, indignantly, “Am I the guinea pig? (Drunky) doesn’t want any part of this, so why would I keep her on?”
We return, but not really, to Lucy calming down one of the kids by jumping around saying “toys”, and saying “Presidents can’t handle screaming but I can”. Which Presidents? President Obama? Bet he can. President Putin? You know he can! KGB has ways! President David Palmer from 24? Oh yeah, he can. So perhaps not too accurate a statement, eh, Lucy? Poor dear wants to be all politically relevant.
Brian and Jenny discuss the matter while Drunky is likely
in the restroom passing out hitting on the guy who sent the drink and decide to fire her. When Drunky returns they give her some song and dance about loving to hang out with her, but there are too many red flags, they don’t think nannying is in her heart. Drunky is crying now. Jenny says, sensibly, “Maybe this is Kristin’s passion”, and says if Drunky turned around and left her children would be crushed. Drunky weeps “tell the girls I said bye” and leaves in a cab. It would have been so much cooler if she were in a bus, wouldn’t it? Weeping gal reeking of booze slumped in a seat – she’d fit right in, in LA’s ace transit system.
Jenny shares that Kristin “really missed the mark on this one and it makes me kind of angry”, and says if Kristin is supposed to be Drunky’s BFF, “how could she not have some sort of knowledge” about all Drunky’s faults? Oh she knows, Jenny. She just doesn’t care because making a buck off you is her sole concern.
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