Ugly Betty Episode 207 Recap: “A Nice Day for a Posh Wedding”

Marc relents on the jacket, saying he realizes that the sooner he learns to accept Cliff for who he is, the better off he’ll be. Awww. How nice that his rationale for not criticizing his boyfriend anymore is that it ultimately makes his own life easier.

Cut to Bradford and Alexis tying one on, as Daniel enters, wondering if getting liquored up first thing in the morning is some sort of tribute to Claire. Heh. I love Claire. Even when she’s not in an episode her alcoholism is hilarious.

Actually, they’re celebrating all the ad sales Alexis was able to make, which is interesting news since I thought all these companies were leaving because of Alexis in the first place.

Bradford is so pleased he asks Alexis to stand by him at the altar. This seriously irks Daniel, especially since he was the one who forked over the money for Bradford’s bachelor party at Scores, leading Bradford and Alexis to reminisce lecherously about their fondness for the same lap dancer. Yuck.

On the one hand, I’m disappointed we never get to see the bachelorette party you just know Marc threw for Wili. But if it also means not having to see whatever went on at Scores, I’m hugely grateful, because unless it involves a character named Nomi Malone, I have no interest in ever seeing the inside of a straight strip club again.

Cut to a TV screen depicting Victoria Beckham’s arrival in New York, while Wili gets all prima diva about her maid-of-honor soaking up all the attention.

Marc: Pish tosh, it’s Posh. The Beckhams have conquered America. Accept it. They’re our leaders.

I have to say I had no interest whatsoever in seeing Posh guest star, other than the possibility her husband might show up and take his shirt off. She’s one of those people the media keeps trying to convince me I should be absolutely smitten with even though I couldn’t care less, like Sienna Miller, or Shia LaBeouf, or anyone who’s been on American Idol.

But after watching her in this episode, I kind of came around on Ms. Spice. It’s a help that both the show and Vicky herself seem totally aware of how ridiculous her fame is, making a running gag out of the over-the-top adoration she receives in New York, ranging from getting the key to the city to ringing the stock market bell.

Anyway, on Fashion Buzz, Vicky enrages Wili even more by saying Wili is “practically my second mum,” which Marc desperately tries to convince her is a quaint British term. You know, like “theatre” or “colour” or “fag.” Then Vicks says her wedding gift is going to be a year’s supply of Beckham energy drink, and the funniest part is she says it’s “available at fine stores everywhere.” Right. Like you’ll find it at Bergdorfs and Saks, next to where they keep the Chia Pets, generic mac ‘n cheese, and discounted expired vitamins.

Marc reminds Wili the whole point of the wedding isn’t the media attention but to finish out her evil plan.

Marc: Once you take over Meade Publications, this magazine will go down faster than a crack whore at a prison rodeo.
Wili: I don’t know what that means but it sounds nasty.

Kitchen of Disobedient, Fully Grown Children. Papi is furious at Betty for sneaking out to be with Henry, and, as predicted, worried she’ll get her heart broken. Betty tells him he can’t dictate who she sees, given she’s 23, which, seriously. She’s a legal adult and she’s the family’s prime earner. If anything, she should be the one threatening to cut off his allowance.

And yet he says she can’t keep seeing Henry and still live in his house. Jeez, if that’s how he’s handling this, what did he do when Hilda got pregnant? Send her to Amish Country to be shunned by professionals?

Upstairs Betty packs, while Hilda tries to calm her down, saying Papi is just worried she’s doing something a wee bit crazy.

Betty: My entire life, I’ve been the sensible one. I never thought I would ever get a chance to feel love. This might be it for me. Don’t I deserve to do something crazy just once?

It’s actually a really moving scene and the two of them act the hell out of it.