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When horndog hears that Aviva is setting him up with Sonja Morgan, he likey very much. Hope Sonja remembers her knickers for her date with the Hornysaurus…and mace.
Mario and Ramona have arrived in Miami and Ramona is ready and raring to go full turtle time. After a glass of champagne and a quicky tour, Ramona is not happy looking at pictures of Aviva’s family above the bed they’ll be sleeping in. Solution: blindfolds and massive alcohol intake.
Back in New York, the anti-invited duo stop by the Boom Boom Brow Bar for a quicky wax. The countess loves the name of the brow bar–so gangsta chic. Heather really is gangsta and doesn’t Holla! when they wax her brows, even though she’s getting a basketball head to rival the royal pumpkin. LuAnn is not quite so easy-going, screaming and ouching every time a strip get’s yanked. Ouchies! Holla!
LuAnn shares with Heather that Sonja was packing for a trip to Miami that didn’t include them. Heather finds it hypocritical since Aviva kept pushing Heather to dis-exclude Ramona, and now Aviva anti-invites them to Miami. There’s gotta be a civil rights violation in this somewhere.
Heather tries once again to hint to LuAnn that the other ladies are complaining about her behind her back. On today’s agenda: Cutting off the short ladies when making an entrance. LuAnn thinks it’s ridiculous. I mean she can barely see them down there. They look like ants! She’s supposed to defer to ants?! Well, she did remember grabbing Heather’s hand to rush in front of Sonja when they went out one night in London, but that was just to stop Sonja from consuming all the men in the room in one gulp. Countess will try to shorten her Paul Bunyanesque strides–maybe.
Getting ready for dinner, Ramona is trying to put face powder on Mario and teach him how to do smoky crazy eyes. Mario isn’t into either of those things, but he is into the short beaded skirt he bought for the pinot queen. She just loves how it shows off her “glams”. Ramona does have some nice gams, but if “glams” is slang for bulging alien eyes, then, yeah, great glaring “glams”.
In the Aviva suite, poor Reid wants to show off a little more chest, but wifey’s making him go one button higher and not letting him out of the house looking like some sorta skank. Seems the George-force is having its effect on everyone.