So it was back to New York-instead of on to Acapulco-for Mr. Draper, to spend New Year’s Day at the office, where he and Lane Pryce become the Madison Avenue version of The Odd Couple. Even when Don and Roger were at their chummiest, I don’t think they hung out at the movies. Nor can I see Roger practically strapping a Porterhouse steak to his crotch and announcing it to the restaurant. Lane clearly needed to let loose, and Don was the perfect companion. Because, let’s face it, never in a million years did I think I’d be typing the words “and then Don bought Lane a hooker”.
