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Tapas Anxiety

Roble: There Will Be Problems

Artie: "Roble is My Client, Not My Boss"

Che 'Gravy': Badderies Not Included

Adam Banks Won't Be Rushed

Roble: What's the Rush?

Kiku: On Fighting with Roble

Roble: Nothing is Going on with Dan

Dan: My Music is NOT About Roble!

Go, Team!

Artie Weighs in on Jasmine's Performance

Jasmine Ali: No One Will Work Harder for You Than Family

Roble Apologizes to Jasmine

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Thanks

Here's Why

Many Hats

And I'm a Fusspot

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Dog: The Justice of the Peace

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You Are Correct Sir

Kids

Turn the Lightbulb and Pet the Dog

The Sweet Spot

Throw Some Glitter

All Cried Out

The Burlesque Debacle

Wino Forever

Fun With Sorbet

I'm Not Mean

Cheers and Jeers

Circus Freak

Tapas Anxiety

Episode 8: Bravotv.com's Associate Editor ponders goats on boats and rejoices in an inebriated Rachel Dratch.

Roblé fans, it's our final moments together this season. Let's cherish them as we recap the finale.

Tapas Anxiety, also Regular Anxiety
We open with a little bit of tension. Roblé and Jasmine are having hamburgers and discussing how they can't fight anymore (which is always the surest way to get people to stop fighting, right? Just tell them that they aren't allowed). They don't have time for all this trouble -- they need to cater a party for Rachel Dratch!

How much do I love Rachel Dratch? It's impossible to measure it statistically. Remember when she was appearing as Liz Lemon's visions on 30 Rock? Did you see Spring Breakdown? It's really a delight of an under-rated film (my favorite moment being when Parker Posey exclaims "We're people, not tacos." Look into that fine piece of cinema if you can.

And as if I didn't adore the Dratch enough, she accurately explains the stress that is eating tapas (tapas anxiety is the term she uses). Let's all be honest here -- sometimes it's hard to share food with strangers. It doesn't make you a fat kid. It just means that you have lived a life eating with people who aren't phenomenal at sharing food (I'm looking at you Dad).

Adding to the tapas anxiety, Jasmine meets with a good pal who does something unexpected -- she offers her a job she can't refuse. We'll see how that all shakes out.

Until then Che's just wearing overalls whipping up Spanish fare, all of which looks so delicious I would definitely feel anxiety if I had to share. As if the prevalence of goat cheese and pork wasn't enough of a party, Adam brings out a Spanish wine contraption that forces people to chug wine and then do graceful things with their wrists. It leads Rachel to pretty drunken levels of enjoyment.

Between that, the slow clap for duck fat, and some guy chugging hot chocolate it seems like the party a rousing success.

I'm on a goat, and I'm a boat
Roblé's next clients are Tyson and Malcolm, who recently wed and now want to have not a reception, but an after party. I love them already. The guys want a flashy, pan-Caribbean festivus to celebrate their wedding (one of the first gay matrimonies in NYC). It's FASHION as they repeat several times. The party is going to have a runway (which Artie models incredibly). Even with the runway, Adam thinks all wedding are the same (at least the ones for humans). However, I stand with Kiku -- a good wedding is a joy, an event filled with copious drinks and loads of good looking gents. And with the really delicious food Roblé's making the groomzillas should have no reason to come out.

The food flowed (even with that one guy taking three shrimp. Did anyone else see that? Cool it buddy!), particularly the Curried Goat in a Boat (which you have to say in a Caribbean accent). The Co. men ogled the models. And Malcolm and Tyson looked especially fierce (as did their poodles). Kudos to them for putting a ring on it!

On love and business
After all the joy and matrimonial bliss, Jasmine and Roblé finally went outside to discuss the job offer. It really broke my tiny heart when Jasmine said she just wanted to watch a movie. That's the saddest desire I can imagine. Roblé needs to get her a Netflix account and a bag of popcorn for what he's put her through. In the same light I was wondered why she didn't just watch a movie on a night she wasn't working, but again I don't have her schedule on hand.

Fandango tickets aside, both of them seemed unable to bend on the issues. And so Jasmine walked, leaving the Co. in a state of flux and us with a Mad Men style cliffhanger on our hands. . .

Until we meet again Roblé fans. Thanks so much for a great season and throw a party or two in the interm. It's what Roblé would want!