Bethenny Frankel, meet my purple pen. Purple pen meet Bethenny.
From Bethenny’s Bravo Blog:
When put in context, I suppose I understand how Heather was so pissed to have to stand outside. Evidently, she has carried Sonja into her bed after a crazy night on many occasions.In fairness to Sonja, she probably doesn’t remember those nights, so she might not see the connection. I could go on about this for days, but then you’d fall asleep. You decide if you think it’s a big deal. Maybe she was banging an intern and needed privacy. Who cares really?
Yes, it is a big deal. When people are coming to your house, to meet you for a trip that you invited them to, you should not only greet them pleasantly at the door in person, but perhaps have a mini brunch prepared in your toasted oven on hand.
BUT I was overwhelmed when I got in that limo. It hadn’t cracked noon, and we were mainlining Skinnygirl Cocktails like it was our job. Oh wait; it is my job.
What is this Skinny Girl Cocktail you mention? I can’t say I’ve ever heard of it.
That limo ride made me pee–literally. When you gotta go, you gotta go. Is that really a big deal? For the record, Ramona did pee. I saw it, and I heard it, but she got self-conscious and realized that one day other people would see this. Big deal, R. I’ve seen you do way worse. Your pee is as yellow as the rest of ours.
Too many unnecessary vitamins?
I had a stressful time on this trip. Not because of the conversation, but I just happened to have a bad headache that night, and this dinner didn’t help that matter.
I feel your pain. I don’t get many headaches, and just watching that limo ride and trying to recap it gave me one.
Poor Sonja. She had a rough one, and I genuinely didn’t want to upset her. I definitely have a perspective, and I definitely shared it. Maybe the truth hurts, and maybe it isn’t my job to tell her the truth. For me, repetition can be maddening. Sonja likes to drive a point home but somehow gets lost on the ride home and takes a lot of circuitous turns. Not much to say.
If RHOBH is any indicator, being the messenger for this sort of information usually leads to drama.
As far as gambling, I was a real loser. I used to love gambling when I was broke, because I would just get further in the hole. Now that I have some money and know how hard it is to earn, I don’t love it as much. The amount I lose is annoying, and the amount I’d win couldn’t change my life. Kristen definitely had beginner’s luck, which made me happy! Carole kept betting on my bet, which was the wrong caboose to attach to. She has a great attitude overall. Loved her ridiculous outfit. She enjoys a getup, as do I.
I think it would be more fun to gamble when you are rich, you’d have a bigger allowance. It’s been a long time since I went on a gambling road trip. I always run enough money through the tables to get my rooms comped, although one night in Tunica, when I asked for a comp room all they had was a conference room with a fold out bed that they let me crash on. I really should not be allowed in casinos with free booze and 24/7 gambling without a lady sitter. Michael Jackson died on the day I drove home from that trip. It was weird to be alone on the road with no one to talk to about it. I’m not sure how many years it has been since that trip, but I always say I am never going gambling again ( I came home up 3 grand on that trip but not sure my liver cared.) But lately, I am thinking it’s time.
Now to the serious conversation…I was observing something; I wanted to try to reach Sonja. You will have to be the judge of whether that works. It’s starting to get good; this is the turning point. You will love this on so many levels. I sure did, and these bitches and I do get crazy.
I wish you would all go to scary island again. I need more trips.