Saturday, June 04, 2005

B-A! B-Y! M-A! M-A!: QAF Recap Ep 503 05-29-05 Page 7

This goes out to Deb, the ultimate Baby Mama!
by Sticky Keys Queer As Folk Episode 503 Aired 5-29-05

The Lawyer Lounge
We are in the creepiest conference room I have ever seen. It’s all black and shadowy, and of course it has creepy Lawyer in it which really ups the freak factor. He’s so awesome. He’s giving some little diatribe about how the state of motherhood has become so complicated, “Pretty soon, we’ll be sending cards to ourselves, thanks for cloning me!” Linds gives this great little, “mm hmm”, like, get to the point already. I would give this scene a little “mm hmm” of my own, but I love it, and Lindsay’s hair doesn’t look like the edge of death so I’ll let all of this meandering slide. Have we been introduced to lawyer guy? Do we know his name? He’s definitely a Hey! It’s That Guy!, but I can’t place him and of course the info isn’t on IMDB yet so I guess we’ll call him Creepster McAwesomeCounsel? I’m sorry, I can’t think of anything else at the moment. If there are any ideas, let me know. Creepster tells Linds that they’ll start with her case. She’s not so sure she has one, but Creepster seems to not only disagree, but also thinks based on what Linds told him, they have a pretty good one. Linds doesn’t want him to use what she told him, but he’s insistent upon it. And yeah Linds, I realize that you were probably venting your frustrations, but that’s what your shrink is for, not your lawyer. We don’t know what she says, but she seems to think if it’s outed, she will lose people that she loves. She says Melanie was her partner and McAwesomeCounsel says, “Was.” She cites Michael as being a dear close friend who they personally chose to be their baby’s father. How much did I want her to say baby daddy? A lot. Lawyer says that these people betrayed her and now she has to do what she can to ensure that she gets face time with the baby.

And once again, nobody has betrayed Linds. At all, she really has nothing to do with it. Oh! I guess his name is Mr. Gamen? Whatever, Creepster still stands. Linds doesn’t want to stoop that low, but Creepster assures her that she won’t have to since she got a lawyer. Linds looks like she didn’t think this all the way through. I have more thoughts about this, but I’m going to save them for the round table coming up.

It’s nighttime, which in Torontosburgh is either sex time, argue time, danger time, or club time. Tonight, it’s club time. Emmett and Ted are out and about and Emmett notices some guys checking him out. He makes comment of it and Ted gets all mopey and Em basically tells him to shut up. He says that they probably just recognize him from the news and then he goes on to explain the power of the media through the use of the word “one”. Ted explains the power of the word one in causing annoyance and you know that if you annoy Ted, then you’re really annoying. Emmett mentions Poppers a few times, but when they get to the fork in the road, Ted begins to head for Babylon. Emmett makes it abundantly clear that he doesn’t want to go to Babylon, but Ted says he has to stop by to give Brian a body count. Emmett says it shouldn’t take long because you can probably count them on one hand, and like, great show of support guys? It’s not like you couldn’t do anything to help with promotion. These are the worst friends ever. I remember I had a friend that opened a restaurant, and we had to go there every day and pretend we were eating and that it was so wonderful. She threatened our lives if we didn’t, but I think we would have done it anyway because that’s what friends do.

Our boys approach Babylon and notice a line around the block. Ted inquires as to what’s going on, and Emmett hilariously replies, “Brian’s probably giving blowjobs to all the customers. Honestly, he has no shame.” This cracks me up and I love how Emmett is kind of the only one who’s not overtly fascinated by Brian Kinney. It makes this situation a little more real. It reminds me a little of Ross and Phoebe, where they’re friends, but they’d never get together. Not that Friends is real. Yeah.

Brian and Justin are at the front door as a bouncer hand selects certain ones to go inside. Justin is wearing a gorgeous white jacket with black stripes down the sleeves. It’s absolutely lovely and looks great on him. Just thought I’d throw that out there. Ted wants to know where the people came from and Brian invites him in to show him. The bouncer stops Emmett at the door and he is outraged!

“I happen to be the Channel 5 queer guy which makes me a very special person.” Now the next line is completely obvious and predictable, but for some reason the delivery cracks me up,

“Each of us, in his own way, is unique and beautiful and special, but that didn’t get them in either.” HA! Makes me smile just thinking about it. Emmett gets all prissy and leaves, awww, buck up lil guy, there will always be Poppers. Remember that? Poppers? Neither do I.

Inside the club is empty and Ted is confused! Brian hands out a hundred dollars to the few patrons of the club who we find out have been hired to act like the club is hoppin’. Brian could have probably gotten some ex-boyfriends to do this for free, or at least for the blowjobs, but Brian doesn’t mix business and pleasure I guess. Except, you know, when he does. Ted still doesn’t get it so Justin steps in to help by “when I was in LA-ing” about the clubs in LA where they would stay in line all night just to get in. Ted says that this is not LA, but Brian cuts him off saying,

“Fags are no different than people, tell them they can’t have something and it’s all they want, and they won’t give up until they get it.” Brian gives Ted’s hair a little tsuz (yeah I said it!) and it makes me smile. I half expect Brian to break out into a song and dance of Razzle Dazzle from Chicago, but no such luck, so I do it in my living room, and it’s just as awesome.

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