Actually, we're not; what we're going to get is her making a fool of herself without a cousin.
Panel 1: We see her about twenty-four hours after her finding out that Lawrence injured himself walking to a club; she thought-bubbles "I'm not going to let Fate spoil things; even if he is seeing someone, I can still see him perform."
Panel 2: As she walks into the place (which, since Lynn wants to remind us that Phil plays
Panel 3: She tells the woman at the front desk "No, heh! I'm alone. I'm a friend of someone in the band."
Panel 4: The lady tells a glum Connie "In that case, we have one seat....right in front!"
Summary: I'm beginning to think the "A brush-off" strip will be replaced with a week-long series that has Phil berate Connie for her stupidity; since he'll be cast as the baddie defending his right to "lead people on", he'll end up becoming "Phil Richards: Guardian of Objective Reality." It doesn't matter that the problem is really all on Connie's end for trying to foreshadow Liz's passive-aggressive bullshit about Anthony's marriage, the robots and buffoons will blame Phil for this.