This has been a long damn day despite getting up shortly after noon. Before I was even awake the whole Kenya drama started which filled the moderated comments with Nenetards and a mob of morons that like Porsha. I threw up a quick post and went to seating people in the window licking section. At the same time, Nancy starts spouting off about how gay couples should not be allowed to marry because Reza Farahan is a cuntbag. Not the best timing for a homophobic post. I haven’t eaten all day and I am irritable and exhausted. Then just before I was trying to set up for this, there is some story about Claudia getting escorted out of a mall in Auburn Alabama. So I am telling you now, not to expect much from this blog. Also apologies for unreturned emails, thanks for all the links, and apologies for not getting the Ru Paul Drag Race post up today, that is a very tedious and time consuming task and it was just not possible today. I’ll do my best to do it tomorrow.
Tonight the ladies are going to take their drinking and bickering on the road to Atlantic City. Whoo Hoo! It’s time for the ladies to leave and Heather, Kristen and Dorinda go to pick up Sonja in the rain and one of her interns tells them they will have to wait outside because Sonja is packing does not wan to be disturbed. This is TOTALLY storyline because in any other situation they would leave and let Sonja get her own ride there. Somehow Luann and Carole managed to get excused from the trip. Sonja’s talking head says her excuse is that her sister was supposed to watch her kid but her best friend died so she can’t. Isn’t Sonja’s kid like 45?
I’m pretty sure I used to hate Heather. But if I have to pick a dog in this fight, it’s totally Heather.
Bethenny is trying to give Sonja a lecture on how to not sound pretentious. Then she pees on the side of the road. My head already hurts. I can’t imagine a three hour limo drive with this crew. Did Luann and Carole just show up? Yes, yes they did. They are in the penthouse suite with Heather.
Bethenny has an abnormal hate-on for Heather. WHY? She’s also all over Sonja’s jock, to use Bethenny’s vernacular. I cannot do a blow by blow of she said, she said tonight. Just imagine a bunch of drunk bitches insulting each other all at once. Plus Bethenny being condescending to everyone about how condescending and loud they are. Sonja is drunk and crying.
Oh hell yeah! They are at the tables and I am excited now. For some reason I didn’t think they would be allowed to film in the casino. I admire Bethenny for betting on her own away from the girls for a bit after dinner. That is exactly what I would have done. I want to know how much the black and red chips are at the Borgata but not badly enough to Google right now. Ramona gambled together and Ramona hit 21. She’s playing next to some dude with an Elvis Pressley cap on. Kristen comes to bet next to Bethenny. She tells them to just talk to each other. If she is not hot in that seat, I fully expect her to trade with Kristen. Ramona and Sonja are raking it in on their table, and Bethenny has had to rebuy at least once. Luann and Heather are now at Bethenny’s table. Carole arrives in a long sleeve t-shirt with a fake tuxedo on the front with boob hanging out. I wanted to try to pull a picture for you but I don’t have time. I don’t think Heather or Carole are gambling.
The ladies all dance on a platform while the Countess tries to keep Sonja’s vagina off display. Drunk Sonja corners Bethenny and won’t shut the fuck up. Bethenny Flees. Dorinda is tasked with getting Sonja to her bed. Sonja is dropping all sorts of names. I feel like we are watching the east coast Kim Richards. Sonja is spouting of to Dorinda about how rich she is and how many people she knows. She says she parties with Jon Jon Kennedy all the time. Dorinda points out that he is dead. Side note: Sean John Padiddler puffy puff daddy combs was on WWHL the other night and Andy asked if he hung out on Sonja’s lot and played the clip. He say, “wow she has a fertile imagination.” Or something similar.
The next morning everyone has a Sonja hangover. Except for Sonja who feels just fine. Probably because she is still drunk. Ramona and Sonja both blame Sonja’s behavior on the “baramic.” They seem to mean barometric pressure from the rain. Which is a real thing. Changes in barometric pressure really effect me.
Bethenny pulls Sonja aside to give her another lecture. Bethenny says she can’t mix alcohol with the prescription pills anymore. She tries to commiserate with her about her divorce and her legal battles. It doesn’t seem to be sinking in with Sonja. As big as a bitch that Bethenny is, she seems to be genuinely trying to help.
Meanwhile all the other ladies are stuffing their faces while talking about Sonja’s issues.
Next Week: The girls go to a boxing match. Bethenny feeds a clown at an art exhibit.
And I am hopefully off work for the night after an hour or so of sifting through comments. Night, y’all