On last night’s 30 Rock, for one night only, Tina Fey and her fellow TGSers joined NBC’s Thursday line up of mock-reality shows through the eye of Bravo’s “The Queen of Jordan,” a basic-cable reality cookie-cutter starring Tracy’s (Tracy Morgan) wife Angie (Sherri Shepherd) who uses her husband’s place of business to launch drama that will in turn launch interest in a big coming out party for her fashion line, Cheek (pronounced “chic”). Angie’s show comes with its own cast of characters and pot-stirrers; there’s Randi, who looks like a graveyard shift cocktail waitress in Reno, J’Fwan, the gay confidant and vintner of J’Fwine (who reminds you to D’Fwink responsibly), Porsche, whose unfortunately forgettable catchphrase is “Porsche reads the papers,” and loose cannon Virginia, who picks fights with Liz, requires Jenna’s (Jane Krakowski) protection, and is all of 14 months old. With all this manufactured reality drama, Jack (Alec Baldwin), Liz (Tina Fey) and Diana (Mary Steenbergen) – who is in town because of an impending hostage negotiation with North Korea for her daughter and Jack’s wife, Avery – try to stay in the background but the reality vacuum sucks them in anyway.

The episode opened with Angie immediately and successfully creating drama – Jack is late for their meeting about her fashion line. Kenneth (Jack McBrayer) shows up to let her know Jack won’t be making it and offers himself as proxy but, like the reality show veteran that she is, Angie seizes the moment to feel disrespected and immediately storms into her husband’s dressing room. Tracy argues that “there has to be a dialogue,” but Angie’s not hearing it and makes it clear Tracy had better have a big surprise for her at the end of her fashion show.

While being filmed, Jack takes a call from the state department and finds out Avery is indeed alive and potentially en route, although he doesn’t want Bill Clinton around because he and Steve Bing will break out their sex plane, which has no seats, “just futons and Jacuzzis.” Diana enters (labeled on screen as “keeping it tight”) and the reality of the truth (they hooked up the year before, grieving or not) is staring at them anew. Jack quickly warns Diana, “we can’t tell them about us.” This is when both slowly realize the cameras have been filming this incredibly intimate moment. This is also when I love 30 Rock the most, when the subtext of just how stupid reality television is highlighted through a dimwitted glance.

Jack goes into immediate damage control and says what he said was that they shouldn’t tell Avery about “Gus,” Jack’s long-term silent business partner, who, when hastily presented looks more like a homeless guy off the street wearing a tinfoil hat then a long term financial confidant. Avery enlightens Jack that what he actually said was that they couldn’t tell Avery about “Russ,” the Russian restaurant Diana is opening and Jack is investing in. Jack completes the absurdity by clarifying that they’re both correct and introduces her to Gus, his business partner and co-owner of “Russ.” Just when it seems like they could be entering so-crazy-it-might-work territory, Gus declares from beneath his tinfoil hat, “and the opening is tonight!” And the reality stakes are raised.

Meanwhile Jenna is trying her best to enmesh herself in the drama. She confronts Diana, who quickly tells her to “go back to whatever Florida bathroom [she] crawled out of.” Jenna thinks she’s found her moment when she takes Virginia’s side in the Liz/Virginia conflict (which is spawned from Liz’s complete inability to connect to any young person, from age 1 to 31), which she hopes may cause Virginia to think positively about a road trip movie with Jenna “where we’re just being sluts.” However, she later confesses to Liz that her aim is simply to stir the pot for the sake of maximum camera time, when Liz rabbit-season-duck-seasons her, and convinces her that they actually do want her on the show, which makes Jenna realize it’s high time she become the abusive, faced-blurred, voice-altered star she deserves to be.

Angie is back in Tracy’s room blowing up about Jack daring to open a restaurant on the same night of her fashion show, and confirming that he’ll be in attendance with her un-agreed-upon-agreed-upon surprise in tow, but Tracy says that’s when he plays Massive Effect with a boy in Tokyo. Angie takes one more look at the camera, and insists she won’t believe his coyness; the big surprise can’t be covered up no matter how much he tries.

The night of the fashion show/restaurant opening arrives and everyone fights their own battle. Kenneth struggles to walk the catwalk in signature Cheek couture (that looks more like a Supercuts smock than a shirt). Liz struggles to squash her beef with Virginia after calling her legs fat and showing up in the same dress. She also admits reality television is intriguing and that she would watch “Queen of Jordan and identify with Liz,” but admits that perhaps she isn’t cut out to be a mom. Even Angie’s fashion show is a disappointment, especially because Tracy, a man of his word, was a no-show. Only Jack and Diana’s restaurant opening seems to being going well, as long as Jack makes sure to pick up Yakov Smirnov at the airport

Yet somehow five minutes later everything had changed. Tracy indeed had a surprise for Angie all along – he “purposely” didn’t show so that they’d have a huge, violent, highly filmable, loud, Neilson-pleasing blowout. Angie is delighted, declares she wants a divorce, only to have her husband agree that “it will be contentious and last halfway through next season.” Virginia even forgives Liz after she witnesses the bounds of Liz’s love for her friend Jack, who, after succeeding in the 24-hour restaurant business, can’t help himself and lays a big, clearly filmable kiss on Diana. Liz steps in to declare that nothing is amiss – Jack is merely European in his greetings to friends and family and proves it by leaning in for one of the most awkward kisses in television history. More awkward than the next one with the gullible D’Fwan, not to mention the quickly forming line behind him.

And that’s where we finish. After 6 seasons, the weird, creepy, emotionally gangly awkwardness has come to a hilt. Liz Lemon and Jack Donaghy have finally locked lips. Unfortunately for Jack, it may be the calm before the approaching North Korean storm.