It’s time for Dorinda’s Blog to meet the purple pen.
Opinion, opinions, opinions…Opinions everywhere and no solutions!
So the trip to Atlantic City started out with a deluge–and I’m not just talking about the weather. Once we got to Sonja’s townhouse, we were told to wait in the foyer. In Lady Morgan’s foyer. Quite a nice foyer, but nonetheless, a foyer. (Is it foyER or is it foyEYH? It really depends on who you ask, really.) I was fine waiting, to tell you the truth. With this much entertainment around you, how could I not?
I do not understand the foyer discussions. A foyer in a building is generally a public area at the entrance of a building. If they were in a common area, why would Sonja be talking about spilt tea on mahogany tables? A foyer in a residence is the entrance way into the home. It’s the first room or hallway one enters where one might leave their wet umbrella or hang a hat before moving freely into the rest of the house. If they were confine into a space surrounded by locked doors, as they seemed to have been, they were in the foyer of the building. None of the furniture would have belonged to Sonja. Am I missing something here? Also they seem to have chosen standing out in the rain, rather than the foyer they were supposedly offered.
I did not want to sit in on a coffee klatch at Lady Morgan’s house, especially with Heather having so much on her mind about Sonja lately. Would’ve been nice to have the limo there already, yes, but it’s not like we were being held in a hot subway station in the middle of August. Heather, on the other hand, was pissed…and I mean pissed. She took it very personally that we were kept waiting in the foyer and, naturally, Heather expressed it to Sonja…and Bethenny…and Ramona…loud and clear. More than once. In fact, she may have taken it a little too personal. Although I would have probably handled it differently, I don’t think it required a burning at the stake. I kinda expected Sonja to be late. C’mon…she’s Lady Morgan.
She is not Lady Morgan, Lady GaGa or in fact a lady of any sort. She is Brandi Glanville with access to better perks. Neither of them have gotten over a divorce from years ago and are self-medicating and having sex with 20 somethings in order to cope. It’s fine to be concerned about her well-being, but Heather and the others have the right to be offended by her lack of manners and breeding.
But…of course…nothing is easy with these girls. In fairness, a little coffee, a cup of tea, a biscuit…even on a sterling silver tray…you could’ve slid it under the door at least, Sonja. Once I’m ready to go, I am ready to get on with it and go. (By the way, I apply this theory to leaving parties as well. I usually quietly slip out and avoid the long goodbyes, texting byes and empty promises to see you for dinner soon. I hate that stuff.) I’m just glad our chariot arrived to carry us away to the land of amusement and enchantment that is New Jersey. We piled into the limo and behold: enough liquor to service every show girl in Atlantic City. It wasn’t even noon, but in retrospect, with the heavy rain and stressful start, it was a good thing. We started pulling out, and I thought to myself: Heather—check, Kristen—check, Lady Morgan—check, Birthday Girl “Ramoner”—check, Bethenny on a sorry spree—check, Dorinda Medley—check…Hey where are Carole and Luann, those tricky ones?! How did they get out of this rainy booze cruise shenanigans?!
A better question is if Luann is so pissed with Carole, why did Carole use her plus one on Luann when given what is likely an Andy Cohen get of limo ride free card? Why didn’t she save Heather instead? Did I miss the explanation on the official excuse that Carole and Luann were saved from the insanity?
I was just hoping Madame Yummie would grant poor Lady Morgan a pardon already, so we could have some fun…it’s Ramona’s birthday! That limo ride was full of chit-chat-chattering and back-and-forth. I kinda sit and take it all in—what else is there to do? If I get involved with my real feelings, there would be bleeding housewives everywhere.
So your real feelings are more like what we see with the beleaguered dry cleaner? This has been my theory so far.
Don’t even want to drink, because I am afraid that my anxiety will push me overboard. For example, watching these women pee out a car door while pulled over on the Garden State Parkway…it’s bizarre! I’d never seen anything like that in my life! Have you no shame, girls? They really should’ve stocked the limo with those Go Girl vagina tubes for camping—they turn your vagina into a penis. (And really…those wipes burn. Trust me…I guess I have no shame either.)
I am not surprised you own a device that changes your vagina into a penis.
Once we arrived at the hotel, Lu and Carole finally showed up, and there you had it: Luann, Carole, and Heather being all cozy with one another. It was nice seeing the three “Witches of Eastwick” being friendly. Heather updating them with stories of rainy mornings in the Upper East Side…I guess third time’s a charm?
Is someone feeling left out? You have Sonja, your BFF who had never been to your home before cameras were there to film.
I just needed a cocktail and a decent dinner. Thankfully, that restaurant delivered on both. It was delicious. A short-lived pleasantry, because it became the Takedown Sonja Hour. I hate that—it made me very uncomfortable and sad. Right or wrong, we have to let Sonja go on her journey. We can be there for her, but we have to let her figure things out at her own. Makes me sad to see her upset–it’s like watching a bunny cry.
What an odd simile. Have you watched many bunnies cry?
I’m glad Bethenny took a different approach the next afternoon. Everyone needs to stop being so insensitive and stop judging and walk in her shoes for a while. At the end of the day, you have no idea what life is going to bring you, and none of us are immune to challenges. None of us! Sometimes people just want to be heard out and consoled—she’s not a piñata for chrissakes! It’s tough out there, and some people just aren’t as strong as you others. BE KIND! Sonja just has to let go and let things happen. I know how she feels, I’ve been there myself. This is why Bethenny’s advice was perfect: Life happens now. Thankfully Ramona pulled her out of it the night before. (By the way, I’m calling them Frick and Frack, because when they pair up, not only do they start to look and act like one another, they’re entirely in sync. Have you noticed? They even finish each other’s sentences! It’s as cute as it is frightening, to tell you the truth.)
All that is true, and kind. So probably not your real feelings.
I was disappointed in the ladies for abandoning Sonja and just letting her go a bit haywire out there. I knew I had to get her home, and I would’ve dropped bottles of Veuve just to get her to follow me to the suite. Note to self: Next time, I’ll tell Sonja that John John is waiting for her upstairs. Maybe then she’ll move faster.
It was Ramona’s birthday. She should have been off duty and needed her own lady sitter. The others have all taken their turns in the past. You have been cast as her new BFF. So, sorry, but you’re it. You better get used to it. I doubt this will be the last time you have to lure her to safety with promises of champagne and celebrities.
When they were in Sonja’s room during the John John Kennedy discussion, why was Dorinda trying to open ANOTHER bottle of what looked to be vodka, if she was so concerned with getting Sonja to bed?
I thought it was Sonja opening another bottle.
Re: the foyer issue – I think it’s semantics. I think she’s saying “foyer” when she really means “vestibule” – the small space between the outer and inner doors of the house. It’s usually a cramped and unheated space, and would be uncomfortable to wait in for any length of time. I mean, if you’re in the foyer, you’re in the house; heated, and with free access to the bathroom and other rooms.
@ericzku – Yeah, that’s what I think it is too. In fact, I posted the same thing before I saw that you already had.
This chick befuddles me, exactly how old is this daughter off hers that Dear Daughter has carte blanche to run Mommy Dearest’ s life? I gave up on Dorinda the first time caterpillar eyebrows starting overacting and being bitchy. DOH (daughter of housewife) needs to get a life beyond whining and stealing her Mom’s shoes.
Yes…those eyebrows freaked me out as well! So far I’m not a Dorinda fan
@T.O’Krsa and S, YES!! That girls’ eyebrows are creepy looking!
Her daughter is 21.
I think I kinda like Dorinda.
Her daughter irritates me. She is not a natural for reality TV.
I don’t get Dorinda at all.
Sometimes she looks really good; then she looks unattractive.
She acts really mean and tough; then acts kind.
Sometimes she feels like a nut—sometimes she don’t.
I think you just described the typical New Yorker!
Maisey just described me, so you may be right about that.
Exactly, Maisey.
On Sat, May 16, 2015 at 4:16 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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Oh sweet girl, you haven’t seen the real obnoxious, drunken Sonja. You’re being nice and trying to defend her, that will stop for you when she grabs you one nite, takes her clothes off and tries to French kiss you!
She’s rude, a drunken fool, she’s an embarrassment in public. I’m still trying to figure out why the other girls hang out with her. Maybe they’re paid to ? That’s my guess. You’ll wake up, until then, don’t turn your back on her when she’s drinking!
Also looks like Sonja needs a sitter every time they go out. This is not fair to the others. We have one like that in our group. many wives and mothers make arrangements well in advance for child care and such for a much needed occasional time out with friends. We left the children and pets at home on purpose. Could have saved money and stayed home if we wanted to care for someone too infantile to do so themselves. I know these women are in a different financial position than most, but it’s still very selfish of Sonja.
Dorinda reminds me of a broke down version of the mother from Sopranos. Not 100% sure why just yet.
Because she DOES resemble Edie Falco. Plus Dorinda’s boyfriend is the Tony Soprano of the high end dry cleaners.
Yeah I guess it is her appearance, accent and her verbage too. Like when she comments about there being blood if she was being ganged up on etc.
Yes Michael! I said in comment for another RHONY post that her boyfriend reminds me a lot of Tony Soprano. She absolutely looks like his wife Carmela! Okay, now I’m scared. WTF is going on?!
@UF, Michael and Minky, all of you nailed that description of her and the boyfriend.
Dorinda reminds me of my yankee step monster! Their bleach blonde short hair and facial features are very similar. I’m trying to ignore it but it’s hard!
I don’t understand why this woman was added to the cast. And I hate the way she treats her boyfriend.
You hate it, but maybe her boyfriend loves it? Hmmm? Wink, wink! Maybe Dorinda’s a dominatrix? Lord, it’s obvious that I’m bored, isn’t it?
It wouldn’t surprise me.
I’m totally a Dorinda fan
I also like her. She is blunt, but I think she is being kind re Sonja. I do hope she gets rid of that boy friend though and finds another, nicer fat guy who can get along with her daughter.
The dry cleaner seems plenty nice to me. It’s Dorinda that treats him badly.
On Mon, May 18, 2015 at 5:36 AM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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I like Dorinda, too. Although I disagree with some of her thoughts, the “John John is dead…” comment was priceless.
I wouldn’t wait in the foyer/street for anyone that long, so it must have been a contractual obligation that kept them there. Maybe it was a Bravo setup. While Heather was wrong to be so late for the dinner, there is no way sitting in a suite with food, beverages, heat, and bathrooms is the same as standing in the rain. Finally, what is it with wearing short dresses and no underwear? Admittedly, I favor grannie panties, but this is a trend I cannot comprehend. No we all know Sonja’s drapes don’t match the carpet.
The reason Heather was late for dinner was because Bethenny wanted to use her hairstylist, and Heather let her go first. It didn’t air, but she pointed it out in her blog. Which made Bethenny’s comment ridiculous,
I am also confused why she has been added to the cast but I’ll give it some more time.
I thought that Sonja lived in an old house, not an apartment, so the foyer would be part of her residence rather than the public entrance to a building.
It’s a tiny townhouse. There are five stories and each floor is basically two rooms.
On Sat, May 16, 2015 at 10:45 PM, Tamara Tattles wrote:
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Maybe vestibule would be a better word than foyer. Sonja’s house is pretty old.
“A vestibule is a little area just inside the main door of a building, but before a second door. From about 1880 to 1930 vestibules were popular features in new homes because they create an additional barrier that keeps heat or cool air in and street noise out. If you have a vestibule, you can hang coats and leave shoes and gloves there instead of bringing them into the living room, kitchen and so on.”
It was extremely tacky of Sonja to refuse the ladies entrance, and make them wait that long in her foyer/vestibule. I would have been pissed off, too, if one of my friends had done that to me! The limo hadn’t even arrived, it was pouring and there was nowhere for them to go. I tend to agree that her house was a disaster and she didn’t want that on screen.
Dorinda is some kind of freak if she has a urinating vagina!!! She should have had someone with basic high school biology under their belt proof read her blog entry as that comment makes her look like a Class A dumb fuck.
Exactly what I thought. She needs an anatomy lesson or a doctor pronto!
Dorinda hasn’t had the benefit of constant past experiences with Sonja and her drunken, delusional outbursts. On January 21, 2014 Tamara posted a video of Sonja in New York drunkenly talking to a TMZ reporter. The conversation ranged from her praising Nene and Brandi to the fate of the carriage horses in Central Park. She thought if they only worked them 3 months out of the year for exercise it was better than the glue factory. Yet if they worked them the whole year she wasn’t sure about that. She also slurred that she like to be “rode very hard” whatever that means.
Her lady sitter was working very hard to get Sonja back inside the restaurant while furiously texting someone probably for assistance. It took quite a bit to accomplish moving Sonja to the door because each time the reporter asked another question or complimented her, she would turn back to answer him. So Dorinda is still a novice when it comes to babysitting Sonja. All the other housewives got the hell out of Dodge before they got stuck with the job.
Most of the ladies at one point have attempted to help Sonja but she lives in “Once Upon A Time Land”. That’s how most fairy tales begin and they usually are set a time long, long ago. I think Dorinda will eventually understand why the others feel the way the do about Sonja. She isn’t a bad person the way Nene, Kim, or Brandi are. She is definitely delusional and uses alcohol as a crutch. Becoming Sonja’s new BFF and eventually getting to experience her fair share of Sonja’s delusional, drunken, nonsensical ramblings may change her mind.
I agree that Sonja’s behavior was rude.
I also couldn’t help but notice how rude Ramona was to the limo driver.
First, she was barking at him about the luggage; then, she demanded, “EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME, there’s no wine opener!”
Ugghh, I cringed at how she was speaking to him.
She needs etiquette lessons.
When I was at the height of my drinking – I was a bitch to anyone who came between me and my wine too.
At 11:45 am?
I carried a corkscrew on me occasionally before I realized carrying a pint of vodka was far more convenient -I could easily slip in it in my pocketbook and take swigs in the bathroom. . Ah, the good ol’ days-don’t miss them at all. Ok, maybe the pot but not the drinking.
Congrats on your sobriety.
I do not understand why Dorinda spends all that money on clothes and gets her hair done at supercuts. I just want to send her some purple shampoo.
I like Dorinda and hate to see her stuck on Sonya duty. Heather droned on and on about not being let up that it was getting on my nerves. I never equated Sonya and Brandi until this blog. Both are, as TT said, drunk mom’s dating young guys stillo affected by pain from divorce. Soma just isn’t a birch about it. They both are intolerable and need help.
TT, excellent comment about Brandi and Sonya and their similarities! Dead right- but I hadn’t seen it that clearly!!