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OK. . .So we resume the dinner party that was rapidly turning into a fiasco. Joyce had already taken some heat, and I now saw Brandi turning her attention to Kyle. Kyle was not in the frame of mind to defend herself, and I knew I had to say something with out antagonizing her.
I, through many years of owning bars and restaurants, am only too well aware that reasoning with somebody who is overly intoxicated is usually pretty redundant. However, as I sat there, I understood that laughing at her ridiculous comments was almost supporting her. So I urged her gently to cease her nonsense. "Brandi, that's enough. Stop." A gentle reprimanding tone of voice, telling her she had gone too far. The look I received across the table was far from encouraging. But nonetheless I wanted to convey to her that what she was doing was not OK.
Kyle was emotional that weekend, once again investing in another tabloid story that had reared its ugly head. This one I believed was even more ridiculous. However Kyle always gives them more credence than they deserve, almost engulfing herself in the negative emotion of it all. Ignore it and this too shall pass!
I remember preposterous stories in the same magazine about myself. I never received support from my fellow Housewives discrediting them. I didn't expect it, and, quite frankly believe that to comment on it almost perpetuates it. I have been known to refuse to speak to these particular sources on the red carpet -- and I don't believe it has helped my cause with them either.
I categorically remember Kyle and I having a conversation a couple of years earlier about this absurd allegation. It had been on the Internet. We had giggled over it. And now, after all this time, it had found its way to the trash mags. I didn't understand her overreaction to it, but wanted to comfort her.
When I went to her bedroom my intention was to console her. When Kim started to pull off her underwear I closed the door, in attempt to preserve her dignity. I shouldn't have bothered. Suddenly this was about to deteriorate into something else. . .I left.
So after what had been a rather unpleasant dinner I was headed to our room for a brief respite. Yolanda and I were tired. I'd had my fill of the tension that had transpired and after a couple of glasses of wine, made my tea and was on my way to bed.
We were slightly worried that Brandi was possibly gaining momentum on her downward spiral and decided to check up on her. Seeing her with the bottle, I knew there was no way on earth I could stand by and watch. I grabbed it and didn't regret it for a second.
She glared at me, a look similar to the one at the table, resentful at the thought that I was chastising her and remarked that it was strategic. Yes my dear it was. It was a strategy that I have employed on numerous occasions to apprehend a friend making an even bigger ass of herself!
I would take a bottle out of a customers hand if they were drinking from it in my bar and especially a friend, regardless of the situation. But also being well aware that this was a scenario that would be documented ad infinitum, a moment that would be captured for the world to see. Because that's what a friend does, they step in when you are in a situation when you might not be using the best judgement.
When we were having tea the next morning (Yolanda, Brandi, and I), I tried to honestly convey to her that I felt protective of her. All the time we had a friendship I would do the utmost to look out for her. With hindsight. . . maybe I shouldn't have bothered. It begs the question do we react at risk of jeopardizing a friendship or do we stand by and laugh knowing they will be full of regret later? I felt that weekend was a defining moment in our relationship. I couldn't put my finger on it but I felt something shift.
Thankfully the next day we actually had a giggle and relationships improved. I pray. . .not on the weak. . .but I pray often. Still I cannot fathom the need to drop to your knees in public next to the trash, with a camera crew beside us in a public place, which always creates attention. It is a good example of why I have little understanding of Kim's logic. . .or lack thereof.
I had to leave the wonderful weekend early, as I was hosting an event for the magazine I write for. Honestly though, I hightailed it out of there -- thankful I had a prior commitment!
When I viewed the phone call about Chica, it tore at my heart. I had sent Brandi back in to her house to kiss them goodbye as she was leaving, having chastised them. She was thankful for that as it was the last time she would see Chica. It was so pertinent for me as I understood her love for her little furry friends. We never know what life holds for us..
So there we have it. Another week riddled with complications. I hope you all have a safe and productive week. I am still immersed in construction, but believing I can see light at the end of the tunnel. . .Until next week. . .
Love always Lisa.