Sorry I missed last week. It was boring. I mean, they're all boring, but it was even more boring than usual. You didn't miss anything.
Not like this week is The Wire or anything, but it had its moments. Andrew, who apparently does not actually sell any houses in San Francisco itself, is off in Tiburon with some 10,000 square foot pile that is ugly as fuck on the outside but I guess someone's idea of nice inside. The current owners are some British lady and her dead-eyed son who seems like a slightly more malevolent Tom Cruise in Risky Business.
The lad, "Louis," has agreed to be this episode's villain because I guess it looks good on an application to Dartmouth. In a continuous quest to become more disturbing, the next time we see Louis his jaw is wired shut because he "got jumped by a couple of guys" and now he talks like a super preppy Marlon Brando in The Godfather. Louis appears to be the Point Jerk in making this sale and is not impressed with Andrew's meager efforts. ARE YOU A CAN-DREW OR A CAN'T-DREW. Oh fuck I'm sorry. To appease Yung Tyrant, Andrew has a big open house that's like Project X for old rich white people. Caligula orders him boiled alive in a vat of cheap pinot and Axe body spray.
Tonight we will go on a Very Special Journey with Roh as he learns to respect other cultures, even if he does not agree with them. Speaking of, through circumstances too convoluted to explain, I found myself at the Battery last night, that private club we all made fun of a couple of years ago when it opened. It's nice enough inside and is populated entirely by people who look like Justin from this show and his clients. Also, beers are $9 WHAT WHAT.
ANYWAY GETTING BACK TO THE MATTER AT HAND, Roh goes to meet a gay couple at their pad on Potrero Hill that's all sleek and Architectural Digest and Japanese garden and then he has a problem with them because they want to adopt a kid and Roh's not sure he can live with that until his wife explains to him that he needs to be more accepting blah blah blah the whole thing is wildly obviously staged but I guess it's all for the best if it makes some other Muslim real estate agent watching TV reconsider his internal biases. The real question is why a gay couple wouldn't fire on the spot some asshole who told them he wasn't sure he could accept them adopting a child. There are only like seven million real estate agents in this town and people will basically drive up and hurl bags of money at them for their pad so why even listen to this oh it's for TV never mind.
Justin is going to try and sell one of the two units in that old firehouse you see every time you go to Twin Peaks.
It's got a lot of stairs. A ;LOT OF STAIRS PEOPLE. This is apparently very daunting even to the young, shallow, and presumably fit, and there's lots of talk about installing an elevator like JUST WALK UP THE STAIRS FATTY YOU CAN QUIT YOUR GYM MEMBERSHIP. To sell Stair Nightmare, Justin decides to hold a "sexy fun event" like "Cole Valley has never seen" but I'm pretty sure Cole Valley has seen a salami and cheese plate before Justin. Oh he also gets some Chippendales dressed up like firemen to make it super fucking awkward for everyone involved. It appears that the buyers are all about Dat Horizontal Life and don't want this Escher painting turned $3M condo.
Later, Justin shows up at Roh's open house with some guy with a Strokes haircut and they get in a big fight. Justin and Roh, not the guy with the Strokes haircut. His only beef is with his stylist. I mean, I hope so. I'm not sure what they were fighting about but it seemed real serious. We'll find out next week.