Jake can’t sleep because he’s thinking about Brett. Again, he tells us that things are much harder to deal with at night than in the logical light of day. He damns Brett, and women in general, and decides, in short, that in life there is no free lunch. Everything comes with a price.
He mulls over the meaning of life more broadly and decides, since he’s utterly wasted, that he’s being absurd.
Everyone’s hanging out in preparation for the gargantuan party that is about to start. We get the feeling that this is the calm before the storm.
Brett wants to go to hear Jake confess at the Catholic Church. Jake tells her it’s both impossible and dull, so she gets her fortune told by gypsies instead.