Hey, Gasmii! Happy Thanksgiving! Did y’all have fun? I sure did – I got to visit my hometown in frigid Northwest Ohio, see the fam, eat some bird and make inappropriate gingerbread houses.
It’s an Alejandra Family Tradition.
The only crap thing about last week was the lack of episode, so I’m thankful for the passing of Thanksgiving so that I may play with you all once more. I’m not thankful for Parent’s Day in Miami, though, because this episode was tedious with a capital BORED. But, on the other hand, it is nice to watch an episode that isn’t filled with drunken antics I can sometimes (all the time) relate to. In case you blocked it out, last week Thomas Kramer invited some womenfolk over to his house and they caused his head to explode from talking too much. That or he just likes to do lots of coke and yell at old ladies. I feel like anything’s possible when one is wealthy in Miami.
This week we head over to Lea’s weekend estate that needs soooo much wooork it’s only good for RJ’s 11th birthday party. Well, all I can say is thank GOD they found a venue. Can you imagine that kid at a Chuck E. Cheese? I feel like he, Lea and Roy Sr. would just scoot around in a little unit of three and try not to touch anything. Freda on the other hand would be dominating at skeeball like her life depended on it.
I don’t know, she looks like a skeeball kinda lady.
Lisa shows up unfashionably early, and Lea is incredibly confused because only the help shows up on time in Miami – everyone else is on Latin time!
New Money. What are you gonna do?
Adriana, Alexia, Lisa Pliner and James show up eventually (4-4:30? My watch isn’t set to Latin time.), and RJ’s party is now another rehash of the time that Marysol bullied James at Lisa’s party.
Or was that the other way around?
Lisa claims that as soon as Marysol found out that James was going to work the party, Marysol started trying to get Lisa to hire Lauren because Lauren would do it for free. Lisa claims to have been totally flabbergasted by Marysol butting in, and Lea announces that Marysol lives in denial and can’t let things go. It’s hard to let something go when it’s a seven-foot tall drag queen that LITERALLY chases you around parties. Once Lea’s said her piece, she announces that they should end the conversation because Marysol isn’t there to defend herself. Because Lea knows how to treat people.
At Ana’s house, she’s rehashing Thomas Kramer’s dinner with her foulmouthed spawn, and it looks like Marysol’s losing friends all over the place. Ana describes the party and Thomas’ behavior (yelling, screaming, flinging poo), and Fartmouth (hey, if they’re gonna dish it out, so will I) claims she would have “hit him.” And he would have hit you right back for not knowing your place. I have five dollars that says that is exactly how that interaction would have gone down. Ana rolls her eyes and announces, again, that she’s done defending Marysol, given that Marysol didn’t stand up for her. Anusface pipes up that by the time the girls head to Biminy things’ll be patched up, and that it’s better to forgive and forget. Bitch, do you think you’re on Lifetime or some shit? This is BRAVO – where forgiveness and humanity collide with money and Miss Andy and are roundly trounced.