(I did that on purpose, by the way.)
Daniel’s picked up Lindsay and they’re taking a charter flight to Vegas. They have champagne and strawberries on the way, and one of the berries is enormous. Lindsay jokingly plugs up Daniel’s glass with it. They’re cute.
When they hit the hotel, Lindsay has changed from white pants to jeans. They meet up with a guy who’s going to give them a behind the scenes tour of one of the Cirque du Soleil shows. They head way up into the catwalks above the stage and look upon the small pool the divers leap into. And a woman demonstrates her trapeze act, way high in the air with no safety net or nothin’. Amazing stuff, even from a casual/undone perspective.
Joe takes Daniel and Lindsay to learn how to dance with the Cirque dancers. They’re both good sports and seem to have a great time. Cute stuff, and it includes lots of touching, which bodes well on a first date! She didn’t look squicked out about touching him.
Back on Brian’s boat, they’re sitting dead in the water, which made them susceptible to the rocking of the waves. Jady got sick, then went below deck to puke it out. I guess that puts you in a less rocky place but I prefer to look upon the horizon when I’m sick. Fresh air helps. But no, she pukes in the sink of the Morning Wood and doesn’t let Brian help. “We don’t let anyone help me puke until the second date,” she quips. Later, when she comes back up, Brian’s impressed that she doesn’t make a big deal of it, doesn’t complain, just sets upon the snack tray a bit.
Daniel and Lindsay head to dinner in Vegas, some vegan restaurant. How about that? In Vegas! Looks delicious, too, though the serving trays look a litle like the brown waxed cardboard containers from the Whole Foods hot bar, right? They talk about gambling, then play a few silly games at the dinner table. Daniel smoothly sets up a second date with Lindsay by virtue of the first bet. (She loses, she has to go to Vegas with him again. He loses, he has to visit her in San Diego. She doesn’t protest. He’s in!) They do a second run, where the bet is a kiss. Of course either winner means a kiss, and so they smooch. It’s sweet.
Back to Brian and Jady, eating food in the fumes of the smelly diesel fuel. Brian’s also shirtless, which I don’t love. He’s got chest hair like my dad. Anyway, he talks up having a second date with Jady, and she seems amenable. Ooh, he’s sitting with his legs very crossed. He must have small balls.