And because I’m not a big bad Fox subscriber, it looks like
I’m crashing Winston’s birthday instead of Elaine’s wedding. Though we do get a
decent preview of her lovely…ah…adornments.
Morning-after-Nick (see, getting better with the name thing)
tries his hardest to impress Jess right off the bat—until her father shows up
on their doorstep. Today of all days, no less. For Elaine’s wedding, no less.
On Winston’s birthday, no less.
On Winston’s birthday, no less.
While Jess spends the morning scrambling for her friends and
co-workers, Nick and her father find themselves bonding into the afternoon; and
panicking when he finally reveals he slept with Jess. While the father’s
reaction wasn’t what I’d assumed it’d be (I thought he’d be the cricket and/or baseball bat wielder), his actual
opinion bruised worse than a club to the head: that Nick was just like him, and
that he wasn’t good enough for his own daughter.
Sobs.
Sobs.
But a family crisis calms down a middle school class of
rowdy, law-abusing adolescents wonderfully. I wonder what Miguel’s car looks
like.
Elaine, driven up the wall by her family’s enthusiasm,
barely makes it through the first get-together before finding the end of her
fuse. Taking Jess’ advice and napping post-Henna tattoo, she wakes to find the
tattoo beautifully adorning her fingers, palms, and wrists…and face.
Winston notices first, running errands on his hitherto-forgotten birthday, and we leave the episode with little more reassurance than a doting fiancé can offer. At least we know in the finale preview she gets the ink off somehow. It isn’t with olive oil.
Winston notices first, running errands on his hitherto-forgotten birthday, and we leave the episode with little more reassurance than a doting fiancé can offer. At least we know in the finale preview she gets the ink off somehow. It isn’t with olive oil.
And Schmidt and Elizabeth repair their college relationship
in the nick of time (zing) to share
with roof with his roommate, Jess, and, ultimately, Winston. I’m glad they
pretended to remember Winston’s birthday in the end, poor guy.
Then again, he got to buy a whole sheet cake to eat himself. I’ve never had the guts.
Then again, he got to buy a whole sheet cake to eat himself. I’ve never had the guts.
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