The Real Housewives of New York City
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We start back in the Berkshires where Carole and Bethenny are still having their fight about everything and nothing.
He left my niece to get with you and you wouldnt have met him without me.
Um, well, Luann is nothing but a nurse from Connecticut, so what does that even mean?
We shouldnt be too hard on the Countess.
Carole thinks Bethenny is mean to her and didnt tell her what she really thinks of Adam.
These women are one Boniva away from something really bad happening to one of their limbs.
Lucikly we have Dorinda here to distract us and make it nice.
This she accomplishes by smashing herself in the face with a cake while the candles are still lit.
Luckily for her, there is some strange man in the background whose presence has not been explained.
Is he the caterer?
Is he one of the dead guests from last weeks murder mystery party?
Is he a cameraman that these women have roped into their strange games?
Like back in 2008.
But I did glue the towel holder back on.
You know, the towel holder and the sink.
I love Sonja T. Morgan so much and she will once and forever be my favorite floozy.
Sonja especially looks fresh and nearly makeup-free in a cute navy dress.
Several fights come out of this little pointless party and I would like to adjudicate them all now.
First is the fight between Dorinda and Bethenny.
When he brings it in, Bethenny freaks out, but apparently Dorinda doesnt think she got enough thanks.
Bethenny does say to her that Dorinda saved Christmas, but apparently she was looking for more?
Im on Bethennys side in this one.
Dorinda got her due.
Im going to call this one a draw, though.
I think I need to call this one a draw as well.
Bethenny is legitimately concerned about her friend, but shes going about it in all the wrong ways.
The problem is, none of them can donate.
Carole also cant give blood because shes under the weight requirement.
Ramona and Carole are off in a corner conspiring about their grievances with the other women.
Just look at Sonja.
Shes prancing around like shes out for a night of caburlesque at the Carlyle.
Thats a whole lot better than this shady, institutional room that they have everyone trapped in.
Will this be the last holiday?
The last New Years?
The last time together?
She doesnt worry about plans or parties, fights or taking sides.
