Workaholics: “Gayborhood”

Adam, Blake, and Ders are boorish, lazy, destructive, irresponsible, and ignorant (about most everything). What keeps them bearable in the midst of all that is that their collective assholery emerges from a state of co-dependent denial. For all their pretensions of awesomeness, the guys know—deep, deep down—that they’re all they’ve got. That’s what made last week’s episode so improbably affecting. In overcoming their squabbles to perform the awful yet heartfelt song “Best Friends,” the guys encapsulated their bond perfectly in a moment of transcendently stupid unity.
In some ways, “Gayborhood” is another, even bolder, examination of that dynamic, all in the guise of a hackneyed gay panic plot that could have veered into offensiveness but, instead, provides the guys with what’s easily their most affecting moments ever. In Workaholics’ worst episodes, they guys’ antics turn callous. Here, their naked vulnerability after a typical night of debauchery leads them to believe they’ve had especially sloppy group sex with each other is almost too well rendered. Easily the strangest episode of Workaholics I’ve seen, ”Gayborhood” might also be the best.
It all starts at TelAmeriCorp, always a promising sign, as the arrival of an obnoxious team-building guru (Jerry O’Connell, right in his comfort zone) means appearances from Alice, Montez, Bill, and Jillian. When the guys’ bond is challenged by Montez after their trust fall goes awry (Tez’ tweet “Bust fall!” got nine favorites and a retweet), Adam, Blake, and Ders respond by proving they know absolutely everything about each other. (Blake’s favorite movie: Hocus Pocus. Adam’s favorite website: Two different porn sites—one for work, another for home. Ders’ weird penis looks like pomegranate tea.) Tone is vital for the guys’ hangout scenes, and this scene is right on, with Adam, Blake, and Ders’ happy riffing showing their bond—and their interdependence. One of the show’s most attractive qualities is this sort of easy, silly chemistry among the leads—honestly, in some episodes, the creaky, loud plot machinations make me wish the show were just the guys jabbering happily away at each other like this. When they devolve into contented monkey giggles at the fact that they tricked Blake into eating the fish tacos he’s allergic to, Monetz laments that “it’s like Romper Room in here.” But sometimes, that’s just where Workaholics plays best.
It’s a vibe that carries over to that evening, when, sitting on their roof drinking themselves goofy, a valet asks if he can park some of the overflow cars from a “pride party” down the street in their driveway. First, the driver’s deadpan reaction to Adam’s sarcasm perfectly nails the appropriate reaction of a sensible person to the guys’ world:
Do you guys live here?
No, we just sit on a strangers roof and drink beer!
Is that true? I don’t know you guys.
Next, the instigating plot development makes perfect sense, with the guys immediately making the leap that a “pride party” is a gathering of PRIDE ultimate fighting fans. Once they don their ready ultimate fighting t-shirts and load up with 12-packs, the guys (after singing an extended, improvised “How are we not invited” song for a long time) burst into the party, instead finding it a quietly festive gathering of gay men. Now here’s where the episode could go very, very wrong. Except that it doesn’t.
After hearing tell of free food and an open bar, Blake launches into a stereotypical gay guy accent to gain access, Adam and Ders following suit. Now, the “braying manchildren mixing with gay guys” plot has been the wellspring of a lot of soul-deadening comedy over the years, but “Gayborhood,” written by Craig DiGregorio, steers deliberately around the pitfalls. The party’s hosts Scott and Joey (Tim Bagley and Michael Urie), immediately suss out that their uninvited guests aren’t gay (well, Adam might be a bottom), but let them stay. The guys make asses of themselves with all the free hooch, keeping up their gay fiction by screaming “We’re here, we’re queer, we wanna drink beer!” and enthusiastically claiming to have lots of three-way sex, and finishing up the evening by destroying their hosts’ delicious-looking rainbow cake. So when they wake up half naked in Scott and Joey’s bedroom the next morning covered in frosting, bodily fluids, mysterious bruises and jaw aches (and with a condom up Ders’ butt), they freak out, thinking they’ve been drugged and raped. Except that their hosts tell them that the three of them all had drunken sex with each other.