She yells at him for raining on her parade because really what does money have to do with it anyway? Kat’s old school, she just writes down in her little notebook that she gave you a cannoli and then rides her bike home to make more.
She passionately declares that her favorite parts of dinner are appetizers and dessert. Lebanese Dilbert tells us that his favorite dessert is Kat and something about how she tastes…not sweet. I would rather imagine mass projectile vomiting then these two. Ugh. Ew. Now I’m imagining mass projectile vomiting.
And now, a pleasant mental image.
Well, at the end of the day, these guys would be happy to have Kat front their new American money laundering scheme. Something about her recipes and their quality product and the everyday consumer. Oh, regular people. They should put Albie and GG on the poster.
And how is the life of a busy pop star whose fame reaches all corners of the Gorga’s basement? Let’s check in with Mel and find out. She’s having lunch at the Russian Tea Room with some of her black lovers. One of them is the On Display guy, who I obviously love, and the other is simply identified as “Recording Industry Executive”.
There are a lot of flashbacks today. This one is her photo shoot, accompanied by the news that “it’s hard” to make it as a pop star and she needs someone to help her out in the record biz.
Someone orders Ciroc and pineapple and Mel makes a joke about how they think they’re P Diddy. They answer her with a death glare. What mere commoner dares to utter the name of Diddy? It reminds me of the time I insulted Oprah in front of some gay guys (AKA Flipit and JMo). Everyone got really quiet and I think they wanted to ask me to leave.
So, everyone agrees that Mel is “a true artist” and the garage record executive says how impressed he is that the basement pop star is doing it independently. But he can guide her from artist to star, he proclaims.
She tells us of how there was a time in her life when she would watch the E! True Hollywood Story and now she thinks she’s making her own. So, five years of fame, tops, and then the downward spiral. I mean, has she actually even seen an E! True Hollywood Story?
And then the storm clouds start to gather, which could mean ominous times ahead! Or it could mean it’s raining in Jersey and Caro and Jacquee have to dash through it to get to – oh, Posche. So there are ominous times ahead. They get a look at Kim D’s new Bret Michaels dumpster hair and anoint her Barbie which is a huuuuuuge insult to Barbie.
It’s time to go shopping, which I don’t understand because aren’t all these people broke? “Caroline doesn’t try on,” says Caroline, disdainfully rummaging through the racks. Oh, who doesn’t love third person references? Oh that’s right – EVERYONE. Caro’s already so unlikeable. Why must she make it worse?
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