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There’s more Heather bashing on the menu as they discuss Heather having her assistant reply to emails. Maybe it’s because she’s on a television show to promote her belly squisher business and not really your BFF.
Sonja blew off lunch with Ramona to meet up with the countess at a chic club. LuAnn isn’t bringing skin care products, but she is bringing her royal ovulating presence for all to bask in. LuAnn asks if Ramona is jealous of LuAnn’s relationship with Sonja and if Ramona has been trying to strong arm and control her. What a silly question! Of course, Ramona is awfully scary when she pops both eyes out on springs and screeches like an angry peacock, but the person she is most likely to strong arm is a bartender cutting her off after six bottles.
LuAnn wants to dig right in and accuse Ramona of controlling Sonja, but while Sonja was initially willing to admit that Ramona is very controlling, she draws the distinction that Sonja is the only person in control of Sonja. I’ll agree with that. Sonja turns the tables and asks LuAnn point blank if she likes Ramona, to which she says that she does like Ramona. LuAnn Liar Liar’s pants catch on fire creating confusion, with several drunk diners asking, “Wait, what are we doing at Benihana?”
Carole meets up with her neighbor and friend, Tripp, to check out the Occupy Wall Street protest. As a journalist, Carole is drawn to the scene “like a moth to the flame.” Carole gets a modest painted tattoo, signs the petition, and then heads for a drink with Tripp. It’s endearing that Carole has to ask Tripp if they’re part of the one percent–then happily agreeing that they are.
Heather invites Ramona for drinks to see if her apology was sincere. Ramona is hoping the purpose of the meeting is to invite her to London. Spoiler alert: No and No.
When Heather brings up appreciating Ramona’s apology and that she thought talking about Heather’s son’s health might have made Ramona uncomfortable, Ramona reverts back to her one-upping about the cord around the neck. Likewise, Heather doesn’t extend an invitation to London and seems confused when confronted by Ramona that she ignored an email she sent inviting Heather to a luncheon honoring Ramona. Heather’s note to self: talk to assistant about luncheon invitation emails. Honestly, though, wouldn’t you do the same?
There is no hope for these two. Stick a salad fork in then–they’re done, done, done. As for how crispy fried they are, Ramona declined when she was asked if she wanted another wine. DONE!
In Ramona’s camera interview, she says that she hasn’t done anything to Heather and doesn’t hold any ill will towards her. She is serious, too. Ramona is a walking, talking public service announcement for the dangers of pinot grigio and googly eyes. If she wants to get back at Heather, she should name it Yummie Tummie Pinot Grigio because any product associated with Ramona’s behavior is enough to ruin a “brand”. Hell, why not market Yummie Tummie Zombie Bath Salts as the coup de grâce.
Heather goes to an art gallery with LuAnn, which is a less hostile environment. Heather invites LuAnn to London and when she hears that Ramona isn’t invited, LuAnn is thrilled. The countess tells the camera that she is impressed with Heather for not inviting Ramona, and using air quotes, calls Heather “gangster chic.” Sure, LuAnn, the woman that single handedly killed “Holla!” and “ie” is so gangsta.