
Right after her accident, Blair pops up looking like a very chic bagpiper. No euphemism.

Serena is at work here, using a cardigan to try and dress down a fancy -- though admittedly pretty -- party frock you'd expect to see her don for a big party at which social media is somehow somebody's undoing. This show really ought to do a crossover with Revenge, in that respect. Connor Paolo can play both his roles.

I want to make fun of Serena's blogging posture, but who am I kidding? I am worse.

Aw. Blair looks lovely in her custom Vera Wang wedding gown, which Dan helps her conclude she can't wear because it was from When There Was A Baby and it's too sad. Which is essentially the only time the baby gets mourned, which itself is also too sad.

Blair really should have lived in another era -- she dresses for confession, right down to making sure her blouse tie pokes out over her cape.

For New Year's Eve, though, she opts for a very simple and lovely cocktail dress. In contrast to Serena. Oh, Serena. Let's talk about Serena.

In this photo, I thought, "Oh, it's a glittery tunic and leggings."

But they are TIGHTS. Serena! Have you not been paying attention? You are Blair's best friend, and she is a major player in the "TIGHTS ARE NOT PANTS" campaign. She will be so cross that you didn't take her schoolyard maxims to heart.

I mean, COME ON. That thing barely skims your crotch. I know it's New Year's Eve but don't make yourself that much of a spectator sport, okay? Also, how come she dresses better when she goes to work than on New Year's? Wait, never mind, nobody should try to understand Serena's mind, mostly because she is out of it a lot of the time.

However, in her defense, that IS a cute coat. Indeed, she's wearing a short skirt and a long jacket. She is a walking Cake song.

It almost looks like Blair shoved up that one shoulder covering so she could flex for her future sister-in-law. Also, why is all that food on the table? Much of it looks like greasy meats. None of that is going on either of these girls' plates and we all know it.

Blair is such a Wartime Bride. I keep expecting her big confessions to be about having impure thoughts for a wounded soldier while her beau is on the battlefield. I suppose that's sort of still accurate, if the "battlefield" is Louiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis's bachelor night in Monaco and "wounded soldier" is Chuck Bass, who is both literally and figuratively ailing pretty much all the time.

I just love the effort she's putting into her conversion to Catholicism. There are little old ladies who've gone to confession every day of their lives who wouldn't try this hard. Blair must really think God smiles down upon all His carefully accessorized children.

In which case, he must be grinning rainbows at Chuck, who is thoughtfully following Blair in a fuzzy collar. Fuzzy animal-print cancels out stalking in His eyes.

But this was actually the OTHER funniest moment in the hour: While spying on Blair and calling one of his bros, Chuck blithely and effortlessly catches a stumbling old man and sends him on his stable way. It's a throwaway moment, but a good one. Spying AND saving people. He's both informed and reformed.

And then here he is, Rufus Humphrey, sitting on a couch snickering over Serena's blazing-hot wit. Want to see it?

It's called "S by S," and it's super lame. Seriously, I'm not even sure there is one thing in here that's actually intended as a joke -- unless Rufus is giving her credit for extreme comedic understatement when she says, "I've fallen for a few bad guys." You'd think the writers would KNOW Serena's entry is not good, since presumably one of them had to try and get inside her head and write it. Couldn't they have made Rufus just sort of comment on how it's all spelled correctly, or contains words used in the general correct order? Why did he have to guffaw? Is he drunk? Please can Rufus be drunk so that he stops acting like somebody's square grandfather all the time.

And while we're at it: Couldn't they just have nixed the soda can props? Because I cannot imagine anyone in a major meeting serves Diet Coke wrapped in identity-masking paper towels, unless of course that meeting is at Pepsi.

Okay, the skirt it short, but Serena looks cute here. Even with the cat-scratch sequin sweater. Frankly, I don't find it that far-fetched that, living at Waldorf Palace, Serena would encounter a feline whose claws shoot sparkles.

Blair, at her bachelorette party, needed some air after a few shots. I enjoy that she is wearing a dress on her hen night that is like a Vagina Superhighway.

At least Blair still has good taste in coats. She probably learned that from when she was trying to hide being pregnant.

And in comes Nurse Serena, in her best see-through blouse and tiny skirt. She really believes in the healing power of her breasts. But the best part is that Serena brings Blair some tea that she apparently made from a press, or whatever, as if Serena even knows what those words mean in that order.

However, even though you can see her bra, she DOES look cute. If only she'd gone camisole instead of straight to her other teacups. But then, she wouldn't be Serena if she were practical.
