Dorinda is back with her novella of a blog, and I am back with my purple pen.
Oh boy…our first night in Turks and Caicos…Seriously, I can write a book about these four days in the islands with these girls. Thanks goodness, the evening ended on a fairly wonderful note. And by wonderful, I mean everyone managed to get into bed with both eyes still in their heads and no broken nails.
That is sort of the standard definition of a pretty good night on a housewives trip.
As you saw, Bethenny and Ramona had a heart-to-heart and though it was a little Girl Interrupted meets Terms Of Endearment. It was pretty amazing.
Both Bethenny and Ramona are so different in so many ways, but they get each other. They accept each other’s pros and cons and understand where the cons come from. Does that make sense? I think it comes through in that moment. They’ve had their history, but at the end of the day, they have a significant amount of common ground between them. I think they find comfort in that. I know that’s how my friendship with Ramona is—it truly is comforting for me, too. They’re both going through some pretty heavy stuff, and it’s nice to see the true support they provide for one another. This made ME cry, and I wasn’t even there. I’ve said this a thousand times for nearly 50 years…friendship and support is what we ALL need.
They are both pretty much the same flavor of crazy. And I believe that flavor to be Adderall. Allegedly.
So, after a drama-filled night like that one, I felt like I needed to get some good quality time with Sonja and see how receptive she was to a friendly approach. (Listen, that’s how EVERYONE prefers to be approached. When’s the last time YOU just sat back and smiled at the beauty of an all-out assault? Then, add a camera crew to that…) I’ve been saying time and time again, it bothers me to see Sonja get besieged the way these girls have besieged her. It’s almost better when Sonja’s NOT around, because it’s not as painful, but they just got right into her and she’s got a front-row seat. That’s not nice!
These people are not nice. They is why they were cast.
As her friend, and as someone who truly cares for her (because there IS a difference between being a friend and being someone who cares for someone else, let’s be clear…), I wanted to offer some advice and help boost her confidence a bit. Again, friendship and support is what we all NEED…not just want. It really IS a need when we’re going through a rough time. Now, back up for a moment—I had no idea she was going to come charging down the mountainside at the rest of the girls the way she did. It’s like I lit a spark that sent the cannonball on a warpath. That wasn’t my intention. On the flipside, WOW Sonja! You really found your voice! She went out there, guns blazing! Yes, I was proud of Sonja for defending herself; I just didn’t know how far she’d run with it. Well, she made her stance, and I think the girls respected it. Maybe even the hard way. And sometimes, that might be the ONLY way. Sad but true. Sonja Morgan is a strong, smart woman dealing with A LOT, and she does it with grace and elegance but with plenty of vulnerability, which I feel some people interpret as weakness. She’s a lion, that woman. Maybe a lioness in winter, but a lion.
I was with you right up to the word smart, then you sort of lost your sanity. Grace and elegance?
Now onto the dinner. I know that some of the viewers think I overreacted as we were walking into the restaurant, but remember you only see snippets of what’s going on. Let me set the record straight: I simply was excited to see the girls and walk into the restaurant with them.
So while any normal person would be looking for an escape hatch and hoping that their safe call came through telling them they must come home immediately do to some manufactured emergency, your thirty minute separation from the other car full of bitching women was just too much sane time for you? The minute you saw them again, you found it necessary to walk to the table arm in arm with them? Do you have some sort of separation anxiety?
I think Heather’s reaction was—as it often is—harsh and condescending. Maybe she was so happy to finally have a moment with Bethenny that she was feeling a little too cocky. In my world, we still get excited to see our girlfriends and even walking into an event with them is a fun thing. I guess that was not the case here.
Well your world is a bit bizarre. In my world, had I been in front like Heather and heard you call out, I would have waited for you, but inside I’d be very WTF? about it all. Why can’t I wait for you at the table I am 10 feet away from with a cocktail whether than standing around waiting for you on a boardwalk in high heels? And if I were you I would never have called out to the front group and perhaps taken the long way to the table to give myself a bit longer of an escape from the crazy of all of these women together.
I was surprised by her dismissive response. Heather can be very apathetic sometimes, and for someone who cares SO much about SO much, I was surprised she was so indifferent and couldn’t just wait up. This actually could have been a happy moment for me, but as you saw, it wasn’t. Was it silly of me to get hurt? Probably.
Okay, your crazy is showing. I was really hoping you had a sane explanation for this but you are making it worse. Heather waiting for you would have been a happy moment for you? WTF? It wasn’t silly of you to be hurt, it was more insane of you to be hurt.
I just didn’t expect her to be so disinterested and blow me off like that. I expected different, I guess. I will agree with this, though—Heather is right about one thing: this is and was a LAME fight and not even worth talking about anymore. Believe me, if I did overreact, then I apologize, but I was actually hurt. Her calling me out for overreacting is strange, if not ironic and downright hypocritical.
Actually, your overreacting was the problem. If you had just walked to the table with the people in your car, there would have been no problem.
Heather Thomson has cornered the market on overreacting, and just watch—she will continue to do so for the rest of the season. And not just with me, but with everyone. In her mind, her opinion is the final word and the only “word” that makes sense. Quite frankly, it’s gotten tiresome. No, exhausting.
So these two never recover from their blow up on Scary Island 2. Interesting.
And a couple other things before I finish…
Dorinda is incredibly longwinded. And BTW, no blog from Sonja this week.
Heather states that she thinks I was drinking before the dinner, which is false. We hadn’t even sat down yet. This was just another deflection, and you do that enough to Sonja, don’t now try it with me. Back that sh– up and back it up quick! Quite frankly, Heather and I have only known each other for a short while and only in the Berkshires and mainly at my pool. So maybe she was on her best behavior when she was my guest, I don’t know. I have no problem admitting my flaws and have no problem apologizing for them. And, what sets me apart, I don’t require anything from anyone in response or in return. Having the last word doesn’t matter to me, because I’d rather say something meaningful than say something cheap.
If you made it through the whole day with these bitches without drinking until you got to dinner, you are a far better woman than me. But somehow, I’m not sure I believe that.