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I’m just here for the snacks and the Kelsey Bashing.

 

 

 

 

I’ve lost all respect for Adrienne…and Mexican food.

 

 

 

If this was Jersey I would smack you upside the head, bitch.

 

 

 

This is Beverly Hills, bitch.  Have your assistant smack her.

 

 

 

 

Best.  Job.  Ever. Take that, Seacrest.

 

 

 

Check your mailbox.

You should have already received your invitation to the super über extended version of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Reunion Show.

Stuck in between the Neiman’s catalog, your Restylane auto delivery shipment and the bill for your new Louboutins should be an embossed Bravo invite for three solid weeks of excessively dramatic excess.

High style and high tension, with perfumed air so thick that you could blot up the nervous flop sweat with $100 bills.  The only problem was that the invite didn’t clarify whether we should wear blinged out $25,000 sunglasses or protective eyewear from Home Depot for the inevitable cat fight throw downs.

The Wives were back together, with one noticeably missing piece of the Crazy Puzzle, to relive every moment of the past season.

Right as we started, something was missing.

As Andy Cohen smirked and shifted around in that grade school boy who just saw his first boobie kind of way that makes him so endearing, you knew something was up.

To his left Kyle, Taylor and Adrienne were seated like Beverly Hills royalty, all futzing with their hair and trying to figure out how to daintily cross their legs while pivoting on those ridiculously gravity defying stilettos they always wear.

To his right were Lisa and Camille…and a big pile of pillows.

In all honesty, it took me about 3 minutes into the show before I realized that the pillows were actually pillows, and not Kim slumped all over the sofa.  Even though every media outlet aside from Animal Planet had already reported that Kim had checked herself into an Alcohol and Drug Addiction Recovery Center days before the taping, I forgot for a minute and and wondered why her dress had such enormous tassels.

Then I realized they were pillows and it all made more sense.

I guess Andy knew they were pillows before I did, because right out of the gate Reality Boy asked Kyle how Kim was doing and if she would mind giving both the chemical makeup and street value of the substance that had spiraled her sister into rehab.

Needless to say, that led to the evening’s first uncomfortably awkward span of dead air.

So long and awkward that I half expected the production booth to pipe in elevator muzac just to break the tension as Andy’s eyes darted around like the guy who sits in that really tall chair at Wimbledon.

Kyle tossed it to Kim, who would have to get back to Andy on that one.

Obviously Andy had a load of questions for the Wives.  The three week time frame was a pretty good clue, as was the stack of flashcards in his lap.  Since I figured he was not studying up for his mid terms, through the process of elimination I guessed that we were all in it for the long haul.

Like any good bartender, Andy served the lite beer first before hitting us hard with shots of tough love.

Adrienne, decked out in what I believe was either a one sleeved SuperHero costume or the dress the girl with the baton always wears at the start of the parade route, got to relive her classic Soap the Chicken scene.

I said Soap.  Not Choke.  This is a family site, thank you.  Dysfunctional family…but family.  Get your mind out of the gutter.

Somehow that seamlessly transitioned into a discussion on Lisa’s big butt and whether she had work done on it, or simply wore her dresses way too tight.

Voting is still open on that one.

Lisa also had to justify spending less than one million dollars…but more than $500 and less than $500,00 and probably more than $7124…gah…just spit it out, woman…on daughter Pandora’s over the top Pink Barbie Princess wedding.  She tried to peg most of the excess on Sweet & Sour Wedding Planner Kevin Lee, who we got to see in some kind of a John Travolta flashback/dream sequence as Kevin strutted down the walkway looking like the fiercest  Tony Manero evah picking up his dry cleaning during the Saturday Night Fever opening credits.

Bling Bling Bling Bling Bling, Dahling.

Then Andy finally started getting to the good stuff and asked about tension between former next door neighbors Lisa and Adrienne.  That’s more like it, dude.

Before our eyes the two Wives morphed into Mean Girls in the cafetorium and went off on each other about how Lisa called Adrienne’s dog Jackpot ”Crackpot.”  On Twitter even.  Bitch.

And Adrienne was hurt that Lisa didn’t want the Bachelorette Party to be held at her Palms Casino.  And Adrienne was hurt that Lisa called her new shoe line The Maloof Hoof.  And…And…

Camille spoke up and agreed that it was a little mean to call Adrienne’s feet hooves, and Lisa point/counter pointed that she liked the shoes.  The little fat shoes.

Then Adrienne made that sound that a balloon makes when the very last squirt of air comes out before it goes totally limp.

Honestly, if Adrienne could actually walk in those things you know she would have jumped to the other couch and stuck a hoof spike into Lisa’s overly lined eyeball.  (Lined in white, on the inner bottom rim.  That makes your eyes look whiter.  Duh.  The More You Know.  Knowledge is Power, kids.)

As long as they were Lisa bashing, they all gave their thoughts on Kyle’s “Lisa preys on the weak” comment, which had been originally spoken in an attempt to cheer up Taylor and hopefully pull her in off the ledge during one of her many meltdowns.  Lisa didn’t appreciate that at all.

And I know that Taylor has gone through a horrible, emotionally devastating time that I wouldn’t wish on anyone…but I think her lips were on upside down the whole time.

Andy fidgeted more than normal, fumbled through his rolodex for an easy one and then changed the subject to Beverly Hills Bling to break the tension.

As I rolled quarters to pay next month’s rent, I got to hear about Adrienne’s $100,000 home spa, Lisa’s Valentino dress that cost more than all those vaccines Sally Struthers used to cry about, and Label Whore Dana’s $25,000 sunglasses.

Yeah.  Those again.

Kyle thought it was ridiculous, but I didn’t see any H&M tag hanging off her gown either, if you know what I mean.

Then it was back to heavy hitters as Andy finally brought up the suicide of Russell Armstrong and how it has effected everyone.

Taylor held it together pretty well, I gotta admit.  You go, girl.  Stronger and stronger.

She talked about how handy it is to have her shrink, Dr. “No Sock” Sophy on speed dial, and how they speak every day and…yes…he is a real doctor even though he got his degree at a different kind of place and has a different kind of title on his name tag and doesn’t wear socks that much.  But whatever works.  Not everyone can ride Oprah’s coat tail to Dr. Stardom.

Camille admitted that she didn’t feel the show should have aired this season which probably made Andy do a thick, nervous swallow.  But it did.

And Watch What Happens Live is now 5 days a week.

So there, haters.

They all got into a pretty heavy discussion on how the show may have actually saved Taylor’s life, and by doing so didn’t paint a very nice picture of Russell.  It did give Camille a chance to slam Kelsey Grammer a little, which is obviously something on her daily to-do list.  Blondie don’t take crap anymore…but she can still dish it out.  I love her.

The whole British Tea Party from Hell mess came front and center again, and Camille defended her decision to say “IT,” which had resulted in Russell’s retina burning texts and law suit threatening email.  There was still some confusion as to whether Taylor really knew about the email before it happened, and both Adrienne and Camille blurted out that Brandi had told them that Taylor said she was in the loop.

During the heated debate, Brandi was still out in the Green Room squishing her boobs into another signature strapless, so she wasn’t there to defend herself one way or the other.  That’ll be fun next week.

Just to make sure all the pigs were rolling in the mud as the first hour finished up, Andy switched gears and put Lisa and Adrienne in the ring again by unleashing the Lisa vs. Bernie the Chef controversy.

Seems Lisa may have said some not so nice things about Bernie and his dry Mexican food.  I guess Lisa felt it was too ethnic for whatever reason if that even makes any sense, and she had gone and allegedly told someone.

Her Spanish housekeeper, maybe?

Or the Colombian crew that does her landscaping?

Lisa claims all she did was comment that there was no food by the time she got to Adrienne’s and that is what she said.

Ok.  If you live ACROSS the street from Adrienne, and still can’t get your lazy, bigger than last year butt over there in time for dinner before the food is all gone….I mean…seriously.  Is it just me?  How does that even happen?  If people are blogging that your butt looks bigger than it did last season than it probably wouldn’t kill you to skip a meal anyway.

Sometimes I just don’t get rich people.  They be crazy.

Then the whole thing just fell apart as the argument spun off course from Bernie’s illegal immigrant burritos to Lisa getting paid to gossip.

Adrienne didn’t believe that Lisa had never sold a story to the tabloids, which was one of Russell’s biggest issues with Mrs. Vanderpump all along this season.  Radar Online got a lot of press, good/bad/or otherwise, as Adrienne accused Lisa of making a profit off leaking info to their reporters, to which she obviously denied doing while nervously flipping her bangs.

Camille chimed in that she was also told Lisa did that kind of shady stuff, and probably would have snarked on Kelsey again if Lisa hadn’t flipped out and called it character assassination and some other stuff that got (bleeped) out.

Housewives….meet Mob Wives.  (Bleep) is still (bleep) even if you’re wearing (bleepin’) Valentino.

Lisa lost respect for Adrienne for saying that, Adrienne gave a half hearted apology and I think Andy may or may not have had a little nervous pee.

As bait to reel us all back in next time, Brandi came out just long enough to diss Eddie Cibrian.  I believe that her contract specifically states that she gets one jab for every two that Camille gets in on Kelsey.  Have someone from Legal check my facts.

As soon as Brandi sat down, Kyle’s back fur stood up like an alley cat that just sniffed some low class behind the dumpster, but we’re going to have to wait until next time to see what happens.

The love fest ended with Kyle sneering at Brandi, Adrienne and Lisa grinding their teeth and Camille wondering how much she could get if she puts another house on the market when Kelsey isn’t looking, all while Andy just sat there oozing that delightfully effervescent mix of boyish charm and gossipy nail tech.

Girrrllll….it’s getting good.  I need me some snacks before it hits the fan.

See you at Part 2.

 

 

Mummy? You know it’s supposed to be all about me, right?

 

 

 

I can’t believe she blocked all the exits. I’m trapped.

 

 

 

Suck it in. You’ve got a Vanderpump Rump back here.

 

 

 

You know, I was on The Apprentice. NeNe’s a bitch.

 

 

 

 

Um…yeah. I’m pretty sure LaToya wasn’t even invited.

 

 

Let me tell you, Dahling.

If Barbie was British..and Ken was straight…this is the dream wedding they would have had.

After a season of drama, tragedy, excessive excess, redoinkulously high heels and then even more drama, The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills got a break from all that nonsense to celebrate The Real Wedding of Beverly Hills in style.

Lisa Vanderpump saved the best for last as she not only found the money for an over the top yet intimate (?) wedding, but also found a way to make it be all about her instead of daughter Pandora and her squeaky clean fiancé Jason.

All the other Housewives had to step aside or be trampled by the Wedding Express this week as Lisa demonstrated her need for both perfection and lots of pink stuff.

Lots of it.

After months of prep work by Moo Goo Gay Wedding Planner To The Fabulish Kevin Lee, the tennis courts at Villa de Vanderpump were finally converted into Pandora’s Wedding Wonderland, complete with enough flowers to replant most of the barren Rain Forest and a tent big enough to house that new Cirque du Soleil musical show about Michael Jackson.

As a matter of fact, I would not be the least bit surprised if somewhere right outside the Beverly Hills city limits there is a clown on a unicycle crying confetti tears over his missing home.

Lisa gets what Lisa wants when Lisa wants it.  Learn it.  Live it.

Since Lisa can buy anything she wants except that machine on General Hospital that made it snow in Port Charles back in the Luke & Laura days (..what was that all about, anyway?…) it is already sticky hot as the tent is being set up on the courts.  She is stressing about the heat and the schedule, because the day has to be perfect…for Pandora, of course.

Lisa is also not pleased that Foo Fun Guy Kevin is MIA, as he had booked another event beyond the Vanderpump orbit and is nowhere to be found.  His assistant seems entirely responsible and capable of unpacking candle votives herself, but Lisa would prefer Kevin and his jazz hands be on the premises 24/7 before the Big Event.

While Lisa and Pandora were neck deep in pink, we got an odd little break from the preparations to accompany Adrienne and Paul to his colonoscopy.

Good to know that he’ll be clean as a whistle at the wedding, but otherwise it was something I could have lived without, thank you.  A couple of Louboutoots later and even Adrienne had to walk away.

Back at Vanderville, Lisa is hard at work creating the floral arrangements for the entryway.  I have a front door that opens up into my apartment bedroom door.

Lisa has an entryway.

I want an entryway.

Husband/Dogwalker Ken came home for no apparent reason, considering that Lisa would not allow him to touch anything…herself included.  After a few minutes of juggling Wonder Dog Giggy, Ken headed back out to wherever it is that he goes when he heads out every day.  I personally think that he just drives around the neighborhood until Lisa leaves for Villa Blanca and then he sneaks back in, but I don’t really have any proof to substantiate my claims.

Since most of this episode could have been pulled from any random cable DIY show, there was a lot of cake decorating and flower arranging, and even some cake/floral combo projects.

For a mere $9,500 Lisa had a caravan of cake handlers bring in the wedding centerpiece.  Piece by piece.  Even Ken came back after driving around the neighborhood to try and help carry in the little top piece of the cake before Lisa made him put it down and go pick up Giggy.

Twenty four dozen roses later and the cake was complete.  No Sarah Lee frozen confection for the Vanderpumps, no siree bob.  Nothing says money like picking thorns out of your icing.

Somewhere along the line a Bravo TV exec must have realized that they had forgotten to show any other Housewives, because all of the sudden we got to sit through Camille putting on her face for the wedding.

Riveting television.  Right up there with the Berlin Wall.

She and her BFF Elizabeth were getting in an impromptu fashion show and some Kelsey bashing before heading out for Pandora’s Big Day.

I love Camille.  She can turn a conversation about the price of asparagus into an opportunity to bitch about Kelsey and how he boned her after all those years of marriage.  She can flip a zinger in his face without batting a fake eyelash.  She is the Queen of Snarky.  Bow to her awesomeness.

But let’s get real.  As fulfilling as the verbal barbs are, nothing sticks it to a middle aged actor with thinning hair more than his ex dating a Greek Stallion named Demitri.

Opa!

That’s right.  Camille is dating again.  And he’s hot.  So take that, Frasier.

Then it was Kyle’s turn to primp and decide what to wear.

Just to rub it in my face, half of her designer dresses still had the tags attached.  That’s when you know you have too much money.

I want an entryway.  And tags on my clothes.

Mauricio tried to coast on his Mexican good looks and not get spanked for forgetting to rent a black tuxedo.  He figured that it wouldn’t be a really big deal considering that he has 14 black designer suits and Mexican good looks.  Kyle was getting aggravated because this is Beverly Hills, Dahling.

That’s right it is.

Just ask Kevin Lee, who finally decided to grace the Vanderpumps with his Fabulosity.

Newsflash:  Two hours before your daughter is to be married is probably not the time to worry about how much money you spent, or if the event is too over the top.  And Kevin Lee is definitely not the person to voice your concerns to, since there is no such thing as too over the top in KevinLand.

After stopping the DVR a few times to try and figure out exactly what is going on with his hair, I just took it all in as Kevin motioned and posed and pointed around the tent like he was doing an interpretive dance number.

Raise your Sparkle Fingers.

Bling Bling Bling Bling Bling Shi Shi Shi, Dahling.

And I quote.

Kevin must have also chosen the Mission:Impossible intro muzac that Bravo pumped in whenever the scenes cut back to Lisa’s house. That and what sounded a lot like the theme from Dynasty.

But it’s all good, because it’s…well..you know…Dahling.

It was getting close to show time as Lisa and Pandora and a few stray nameless girls with British accents gathered in their pink robes for hair & makeup.

Somehow Lisa tracked down the Makeup Triplets, who must have been on Craigslist or something, because I wouldn’t even know where to start if someone was looking for triplets who can do airbrush foundations.  Seriously.  No clue.

Poor second tier son Max made another appearance, with his back pack and mini mohawk.  He didn’t get much face time this season which is probably good for everyone involved.  Nice enough kid, but he always looks so out of place.  Like he and his punk rock garage band were searching for a Beverly Hills Mosh Pit or something and took a wrong turn into Lisa’s backyard.

Lisa always greets him with that “I love you but you’re not my favorite” kind of air kiss and then picks on his clothes or his hair or both.  I bet even Giggy tries to pee on his Doc Martens, poor guy.

Lisa and Ken were more concerned about which outfit their sissy dog was going to wear than where their son had been for two months.

Since it was a black tie event and Mauricio was already going to screw it up with his Navy/Or is it Black $4000 suit, Ken had to make sure that Giggy was stylin’.  A pink onesie definitely wouldn’t cut it tonight.

Lisa claimed that Pandora desperately wanted her mother to wear a tiara, which no one seemed to argue against for even one second before Lisa plopped it on her head.

Move over Kate Middleton.

Even the housekeeper got the night off, though she did show up in flats much to Lisa’s disdain.  I kind of expected Lisa to bend down and make Rosia squirt a little Windex on that tiara before the music started, but she refrained much to my surprise.

Finally Pandora got it together and came down the stairs to get the party started.

Or at least she tried.

Remember that classic Carol Burnett sketch when she came down the stairs as Scarlett O’Hara?  With the curtain rod still in her dress?

Yeah.  Just turn everything pink.

Apparently Pandy never tried walking in that thing first, because I thought Rosia was going to need a broom to sweep up the mess at the bottom when she tumbled down the stairs.  I guess when you have to choose between pretty and graceful, most people choose pretty.

Good thing Rosia had on flats.  Just in case.

As Jason stood nervously at the end of the tennis courts, Pandora and Ken wobbled down the aisle.  I swear Jason is that J.Crew model who is always paddling a canoe, but again I don’t have any proof to substantiate my claims.  But I still swear it’s him.

Busted, dude.

In an uncomfortable piece of editing, the priest officiating the ceremony had his face blurred out like the perps on Dateline.  I’m sure there was another reason for it, but anytime you fuzz out someone’s face I always think of COPS.

Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do?

He busted through the ceremony pretty quickly.  I’m thinking he must have been in a hurry, but I couldn’t tell if he was looking at his watch or not because of the whole face blur thing.

Adrienne and Paul spent the night on the dance floor parquet cutting a rug, celebrating his colonoscopy I assume.  At least I think it was Paul, because it kind of looked like the Brawny paper towel guy with the suspenders.  Whoever it was….he be jammin’.

Now I’ll give Bravo some credit.  They had to make an entire season out of a story where everyone already knew the ending.

From the first episode when everyone thought there would be cardboard cut outs of Russell Armstrong to the end when they finally kinda sorta tried to deal with the subject, it was just a little strange.  Everybody knows what happened.

So the final scene with all the Housewives getting together for snacks, minus Kim…because we also know what’s happening with her, thank you TMZ…was a little surreal.

Taylor was back.  Even though she didn’t really go anywhere in TV time.  But in real time she did.  Everyone just kind of sat around waiting for someone else to tell them what to do or say.

But luckily Lisa was there to direct the attention back to Lisa.  We had wedding pictures and hair flicking and a little bonding time.

And they looked fabulous.

And that’s really all that matters.

Because…say it with me…it’s Beverly Hills, Dahling.

See you at the Reunion.

 

Seriously? Is she still talking? Lord.

 

 

 

 

 

I smell some crazy up in here.

 

 

 

 

Talk to the finger. And fix your top.

 

 

 

I am seriously too pretty to be sued.

 

 

 

 

Ladies and Gentlemen.

Welcome to the RHOBH Throwdown.

Tonight we have a rare double fight card.

First:  It’s the highly anticipated return of The SlutPig vs. The (Alleged) Substance Abuser, followed immediately by our second fight of the evening:  Russell Armstrong vs. Everybody.

Also, please be sure to stop by our snack bar located adjacent to the parquet dance floor for some fresh sushi and absolutely decadent liver paté.

Let’s get ready to rumble.

Seriously.  You can’t make this stuff up.

The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills unleashed the Hounds this week, after dressing them all in their best Summer Whites.  It was another lavish Beverly Hills party that allowed all the ‘Wives to cut the tags off some unworn piece of couture from their walk-ins and wear even more jewelry.

This time around though, the only thing more awkward than figuring out how to not spill red wine on your white designer gown was Bravo trying to figure out how to deal with yet another Russell-centric episode without stomping on his grave.

As soon as the opening credits rolled, you knew we were in for some Hills action.  While Paul tried to figure out what the fax/printer in the study was used for, Adrienne made the trek down the seemingly endless halls of Maison Maloof to fill her husband in on some important happenings in their Inner Circle.  Paul was definitely out of his element in the world of office paperwork.  He is much better suited for plastic surgery and spousal aggravation, as I’m pretty certain this was the first episode this season that didn’t involve him tripping Adrienne, scaring her from behind a door or sticking gum in her hair.

I bow to his childish antics.  A medical degree doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a good Purple Nurple once in awhile.

Turns out that Adrienne spoke with Camille who had just received a scathing email from Russell.  As you will recall during Lisa’s disastrously snooty British Tea Party, Camille had lost all patience with Taylor and blurted out some not so nice things that Taylor had told the girls regarding Russell and his (…again with the alleged, Bravo…) abuse.  Even the neighborhood paperboy probably knows that their marriage is in shambles, and Camille had grown tired of Taylor saying one thing and then running back to Russell in the same breath.

Camille was also coming off a bad ManHating roller coaster ride, thank you Kelsey Grammer, so that probably didn’t help her disposition.  That and how strong Brits steep their tea.

After the fact, during one of Taylor’s good days, she told Russell what happened.  Typical Bravo TV Alpha Male behavior then requires that you either take to your Twitter account and talk 140 characters of smack, or blast off an email that can burn the recipient’s retinas.

Russell had chosen the latter, and threatened to sue Camille for committing the crime of trash talking.  How someone can be sued for only repeating what she has been told, ps…by your own wife by the way, was unclear to everyone and now Adrienne is not sure that they should attend Kyle’s  annual White Party.  Friends don’t sue friends, and now everyone is worried that anything they say will result in a court date.

 

 

Dang, girl.

 

 

 

Speaking of Saving the Date.  Lisa has still not finished the prep work on daughter Pandora’s Ultimate Wedding.  She has also not finished coming to grips with the fact that this is not her own wedding, because she still finishes every sentence with I want or I need or I love it.  I’m also starting to notice that she might be air kissing fiancé Jason a little too much, now that you mention it.  Mommy might still have a little Vegas Chippendale in her bloodstream.

Mr. Wok It Girl Kevin Lee still insists that the wedding needs to be over the top, dahling, and as the Wedding Planner he insists on a 20 piece band.  Lisa just wants some good tunes for her…I mean, Pandora’s…big day, but is willing to give a listen to Kevin’s choice, so she allows him to bring in a small percentage of the musicians for a quick demo in the living room.  Or sitting room.  Or tea room.  Whatever that was.

The band was good, in a bald Marc Anthony kind of way.  They also demoed a little R&B for Jason while Lisa got uncomfortably intimate with Uber Sissy Dog Giggy.

What’s more awkward than Lisa’s lap dance with a Chippendale boy in Vegas you ask?  Try a face dance with Giggy.  Literally.  You know where his face has been, right Lisa?  That was a close tie with what appeared to be Kevin Lee’s first dance with a woman as they all slow jammed to the band until Ms. Lee’s goggles fogged up.

After the Vanderpump Hump was over and Giggy had coughed something up, I knew that everything else was going to be all White.

Kyle was getting ready for her annual White Party, completely oblivious to the Camille/Russell internet bitch fight.  Since no woman on the Bravo network knows how to do their own hair, Kyle’s stylist was working her curling iron magic when Adrienne called with all the deets.

Needless to say, Kyle was upset.  The moral of the story is that nobody feels Taylor and Russell should be allowed into the party because it would make Camille uncomfortable.  Since receiving the email, Camille had spoken with her legal team, who are probably on speed dial right now…again, thank you Kelsey…and they advised her to stay as far away as possible from Russell.  And with Kyle being the only ‘Wife to not live in an obnoxiously sprawling mansion, chances of them bumping into each other are pretty good.

That and the fact that none of the Inner Circle feels comfortable around Russell now.  Nobody wants to get sued, and they know how they all get when the booze is free.

 

It’s almost my birthday.  I really don’t need this.

 

 

 

Even though Kyle never manages to plan the party until the very last minute, it still goes off on schedule as the guests start arriving in their finest white designer wear.

Everyone is decked out in their best non-Marine dress whites and jewels, except for Kim’s new Ken doll who looks like a blue collar cross between a Cheesecake Factory waiter and that 1950′s Milk Man from the television commercials.  I’m sure he means well, but Ken is a little doofy and doesn’t quite fit in with the crowd.

No wonder one of Kim’s daughters takes Nyquil.

Yeah.  I skipped that part.  But one of the daughters took Nyquil and fell asleep in the shower.  I don’t even know how that happens, but it’s proof that the apple doesn’t fall far from the Crazy Tree.

Much to Kyle’s disdain, Kim is looking for a fight and is a little disappointed that Brandi is no longer wearing her rehab boot, since that would have made her a slower target to chase down.  Ever since their blowout at Game Night way back when, Kim has been driving around late at night with her lights off hoping to accidentally run down Brandi on the side of the road.

I’ll give Brandi a little credit.  Even though she talks like a truck driver and didn’t quite have her left boob tucked all the way into her dress, she means well.  She really wants to play nice with all these Housewives, but like Paul and the Office Depot, she is way out of her element.

Kim tracks down Brandi’s scent, whips out her signature pointing finger/weapon and starts getting all up in Brandi’s face.  There’s no way around this one.

Kim is a mess.  A hot one.

And then it just got creepy.

Kyle breaks down while trying to figure out what to do when Taylor and Russell arrive.  Everyone else wants them to be turned away.  No room in the Manger.

Lisa has a feeling that Taylor doesn’t even know about the email.  Adrienne tries to be the voice of reason but it’s already gone way past that point.

As they all gather and try to figure out what to do, the Armstrong limo is getting closer.  Aside from the fact that in Real Time Russell is no longer even alive and that seeing him in each episode is already like hearing a Voice from Beyond, this week he is creeping out during the ride over and rambling about how he’s gonna have fun and gonna drink this whole bottle of vodka and get busy like they did in Vegas.  Taylor is nervous about seeing Camille and tells Russell he’s a good boy now.  When he repeated it with that vague, blank stare that he always has behind his glasses it just gave me the heebie jeebies.

Kyle still can’t get it together, so they figure there is strength in numbers and all waddle out to meet the limo together, looking like the last scene of The Mary Tyler Moore Show finale.  (For our younger readers….Google it.  Classic TV Land moment.  )

Group hugs aside, the decision is that Russell and Taylor need to turn around and not enter the party.  When the limo pulls up, Kyle barely gets the first sentence out before she loses it again, leaving everyone else to talk over each other and explain what is going on.

Needless to say, Russell is not happy.  Taylor has not even read the email, and begrudgingly turns around and threatens to simply go back to Vegas where they just were…and would still be, if they hadn’t dropped everything and flown back for this stupid party.  She is not happy either.

Russell says the email simply asked Camille to call him at her earliest convenience.  Paul read the email and begs to differ, calling it inappropriate.  Taylor gets all wide eyed and isn’t sure what to do because Kyle is still crying.  Mauricio points out that no one wants to get sued, which sends Taylor and Russell back out onto the street.

As soon as the couple get their bad attitudes inside the limo, Russell pulls at wires, yanks off his Bravo mic pack and it suddenly all starts to look a little more real.  Knowing how it all ends, this is again a red flag that nobody picked up on at the time.

Housewives and Househusband heads are popping in and out of the limo from every direction as they try to release some of the steam from the situation.  (Kids…as long as you’re on TV Land, check out reruns of Laugh-In as well.  That big wall with all the windows and doors where the heads kept popping in and out.  It was like that, but more expensive.)

The rest of Russell’s dialogue is sub-titled since he tore off all his wiring, and the whole thing ends with an all too ominous line that spoke louder than anything else that evening.

“Just let us go.”

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And just so I don’t end this on a heavy note, since dat’s not how we roll…did anyone else notice that after it was all over and the limo drove off, Mauricio walked back into the party with Russell’s vodka bottle in his hand?

Well played, Mauricio.  Well played.