I hear trouble a-brewin’… It’s time for Super Unicorn to the rescue!
Laura interviews (and screams) that this is about her. It’s her party. Malaysia tries to hold Bambi back, but Bambi tells her that if it’s gonna go down, it’s going down. While Malaysia and Bambi continue to talk, Laura and Gloria decide that this is stupid. Gloria has a glass of champagne and picks up a cupcake TO EAT. Bambi thinks Gloria is gonna throw the cupcake at her… but she’s totally eating it. Malaysia says they should call it even. She’s so dense.
She called me a gum-headed block head.
I’ve called you much worse.
Laura officially cancels the party and everyone but Bambi and Malaysia leave. Malaysia interviews that now she has three problems to deal with and “yay for me”. Bambi continues to get her make-up done, and the people that work there are wishing they had finished high school. Malaysia asks Bambi if she’s going to be able to go to New Orleans and build a house with the other ladies in New Orleans. (I think it’ll be fine.)
At least I got the other half of my eyebrows drawn on while I was here.
Jackie is packing, while Doug watches over and plans what he’s gonna do while Jackie is gone. He can’t toss her in the car fast enough and he’s off to that club where they held their gay wedding.
You about ready to go? Manuel is on his way.
In ya go… don’t hurry back.
All the ladies get to New Orleans, but Laura and Gloria are missing. They discuss that they read in the paper that Matt and Gloria got married over the weekend. Bambi feels bad for Matt… the rest of the ladies are all put out that they weren’t invited. Apparently, they feel like Gloria and Matt consider them friends, when we all know they don’t… oops… wait… while I was typing the conversation turned back to Brooke and Draya fighting about the King cover. Draya interviews in short blond hair and she looks great. Her dress is awful, but her hair is cute.
Probably the nicest the ladies have ever looked.
At least I know where to aim the gun.
They keep fighting about the King thing and I am not going into it again. Malaysia decides to “nip it in the butt” and tells them to stop fighting.
They get to their house/hotel and start drinking. Malaysia makes a toast about giving back because they are all blessed. She axes that they put their differences aside. While they are clinking glasses, Draya says, “I’m Italian, you gotta look at each other in the eyes”. Um, wha-wha-what? You’re Italian? How? I’ve seen your mom and I’ve seen your dad. I’ve heard them both speak. And I know Italians. And Draya, if you’re Italian, then I’m (insert anything other than white here).