A much belated Bachelorette recap

Sorry peeps - the A/C is busted and my computer has been on the fritz - but damned if the Bachelorette still deserves a post of some sort...

So we travel to Dubrovnik, Croatia. Semi-random choice, but it DOES looks pretty. Little Ricki is apparently not allowed in eastern Europe, so jets back to Charlotte.

One-on-one dates must not be allowed, either, as both guys were sent packing. Good call on sending Ryan home - not so sure about Travis, though. His southern charm won me over. Alas.

But oh, Ryan. Made a case for himself after she gave him the "not getting a rose tonight" speech, and for a second I was afraid she would change her mind. But his cheesy winks and blown oyster-pearl analogy made her decision final, resulting in the guys dancing around the apartment with glee when Ryan's suitcase was removed. And also resulting in the best. Limo confession. Ever. Speaking directly to the camera, Ryan hopes the producers will edit him in a good light, and not like an "arrogant asshole." Um. Too late, bub.

And then there was the group date. Which was brought to you by the new movie Brave. And perhaps the country of Scotland, since after the movie they held their very own Highland Games, complete with kilts. (Aren't we in Croatia? Where did they find the random Scottish dude to describe the contest? Weird.)

Poor Chris sucked at all events and got the pity rose. He needs to go. ASAP.

Ari snuck over and hung out in her bed (the horror!), and even threw her up against a wall for a passionate liplock, but he creeps me out for some reason (which we will apparently learn more about next week...stay tuned...)

After yet another guy cried over his family (the Wolfman, of course), she decided to keep everyone around for another week. In Prague. Not bad work if you can get it.