Heather asks about Jacques since Lu hasn’t brought up anything about him. Heather’s a little perplexed when Lu says they’re moving forward with IVF because she can’t figure out how IVF is an acronym for “fuck a pirate” unless it’s Italian. Lu assures Heather that Jacques is very happy and anxious for a little Jacques-lette. The scene ends as they sail down da Nile.
The new girls gather for dinner. Conversation starts off light, talking about Sonja’s lady parts on display during St. Barth, but Debbie Downer cranks up the negative black hole within minutes. Aviva’s analysis of RamonJa’s relationship and the great harm and distress it causes her is beyond tiresome–to everyone.
Fear me! Fear me and my poofy pink thing!
Aviva thinks RamonJa is “extraordinarily insecure” since they couldn’t be apart on the trip. Project much? Aviva finds RamonJa not only white trash, but disgusting, ungracious, and unrefined. Umm…project much? Talking shit like this behind their backs is disgusting, unrefined, and mean, girl. Aviva goes on to call Ramona a “cheesy, cheesy, low class woman.” That’s special, even if it is true, coming from someone who found her father’s way-creepster antics amusing. Takes one to know one, Viv?
Sonja and Carole meet up with one of Sonja’s friends that is a bespoke tailor. It’s Peyman! Remember him? They met at Sonja’s party and met again for drinks. Peyman doesn’t let Carole off of the hook easily and asks why she never called him. Awk-ward.
Fancy meeting fancy you here.
When Peyman leaves to get some tailor forms, Sonja brings up St. Barth. Sonja says that she had a great time until Aviva got there. Carole feels like the trip wasn’t exactly what she had hoped for, bringing up the meltdown at lunch with Aviva, so Sonja tells Carole that she feels badly that Carole didn’t enjoy parts of the trip since she put a lot of effort into it.
Sonja reminds Carole about the ugly things that Aviva called RamonJa, but Carole says she doesn’t want to hear about name calling. That’s cool because Sonja doesn’t want to hear anything more about Aviva’s problems, either. Sonja thinks it’s time to move on. It was vacation, after all, and people “get drunk, get their periods, and break glasses.” Sonja’s had enough–she wants to get her shirts and a jacket. Peyman!
In a different match-up, Heather and Aviva go for drinks, and hopefully no talk of St. Barth. Glad to hear Heather’s beak isn’t broken, just sore. Heather’s doing great and everything is fine. So, how’s Aviva? Wellll…she made this journey to St. Barth… What a crock of crapitola to rage on like this over a fricking flight and a couple of so-called ladies going wild on a fricking vacation.
You have sucked all of the joy out of me.