(I am so sorry for the delay. I have had writers block. Please Review. Any Ideas you may have encourage me to write and give me ideas. FT)

LORELAI'S POV

We came back from Fleur de la Terre and almost immediately I fell into a post-meal slump. I was waiting up for Rory and Logan. According to the message that Paris left Doyle on the Machine, they weren't going to be back for quite a while.

I looked around the house. It looked so different than the way it had when Rory was growing up- more neat, more subdued, more…beige. I guess that Paris had really tight rules about color and orderliness. She is quite the character.

"Wow. This house is so orderly. It never looked like this when you lived here, did it Lore? Never." Christopher really understands my way of thinking; I guess that is why I married him.

" I was thinking the same thing. But orderly is not the word I would use. How about 'blah'? Is that right?" I was meandering through the house, trying to remember what it had looked like before I had left. Before I had eloped. Before I had screwed up my relationship with Rory. Wandering down to Rory's old room, I realized that that the reason the house looked different was that Her room was now bigger. Bigger isn't the right word, maybe gargantuan? Okay that didn't seem to work either. Her walls were taped off with blue painter's tape and there were large patches of colors on all the walls. Well the ones that weren't covered with newspapers articles. With the effects of post-meal slump now in full force, I laid down on her bed, not meaning to close my eyes, and not meaning to fall asleep.

RORY'S POV

Flashback

While Logan and I were dancing, I noticed Jess dancing with a girl that had a very large diamond on her left hand. Not really caring, I disregarded it. Now I regret that. When the song was over I went to go and see Lane, I needed some comfort.

"Lane, I don't want my mom to come to The Wedding anymore. It might just screw everything up. I want Luke to walk me down the Aisle and I want Sookie to be my Mother of the Bride. Why did she even have to return at all?"

"Listen, Rory I get your problem, but I am working at a party for some girl who got her dream job, so I can't talk right now. Can I come by the house later?" As much as I realized that she was working to make me feel better, I knew I had to put on a happy face and get back to dancing. "Rory, there is something that you need to know. I think that you need to know that Dean is here. And Lindsey, they never divorced. Did you see that Jess was here too? Something funny is going on here. I can smell it."

"Thanks Lane. I guess I was just having a female moment. Come by the house later, so we can talk about my mother for a change. I am going to find Logan, it's dancing time!"

The night seemed to have no other bumps like that one and continued magnificently into the night. Slowly, as the stars rose above in the sky, I realized why I had thought it was interesting that Logan knew about my employment.

"You must have had a lot of time to know that I was going to get the job in New York, I mean to plan this whole get-together with Lane, right? How much notice were you given? I said this knowing that the influence of Champagne over his words was in my favor for an answer.

"Ace, I pushed for your job and I had Mitchum write a glowing recommendation, with the threat of a 'scandal' gracing his newspapers. I knew they would love you, and I told them to send me a letter of their decision a week before you got your letter. Then I called lane and Paris to help me contact your friends. Two days ago I wasn't sure with your mom here if this was going to work, but you look happy now." The words just flowed out of his mouth without inhibition. I was upset. No, livid. I felt tricked, deceived, fooled. How could he think that by persuading my new boss to be to hire me that I would be happy?

"I am getting tired, and you're drunk, so I am going to drive home. Have you seen Paris? Doyle didn't come so I told him that I would drive her home." Apparently, Doyle was at some convention in New York. "Do you want a ride? There is no way I am letting you drive home. There. Your choice is decided." I carefully helped Logan out of the Pavilion and down the hill.

"Hey Gilmore. We need to talk to you. About Huntzberger." From out of the clearing behind the cars came Lindsey and the blonde that Jess was dancing with. This did not sound pleasant.