Cast Blog: #RHONY

In the End

From Kelly's traffic jog to Ramona's tennis meltdown, Alex looks back at some of her favorite moments this season.

I’ve been trying to start this blog for two hours and keep getting distracted by food, Facebook and my husband…but it’s a crazy week ahead so let’s get this show on the road.

A final meeting at Jill’s for the charity benefit wound up being pretty tense, with Jill and Ramona facing off over what constitutes appropriate signage. Personally, I feel that when companies donate product or dollars to a charity, they are correct to expect their business to be promoted in accordance with the size of the donation. It’s advertising with the proceeds going to benefit a cause other than just pocket lining. I don’t understand why Ramona had trouble grasping that. It’s one thing for a private individual or a charitable foundation to make anonymous donations, but companies just don’t and it is silly to expect that. Given Jill’s understanding of the wish for donors to have their name publicized as was shown at the last meeting, I was very surprised that the Frangelico signage was removed from behind the bar the day of the benefit.

One second, she was standing in front of him speaking some weird language known only to her, the next they were doing kind of a cross between a waltz and a cha-cha, complete with high kicks.

I was always very clear about my time limitations regarding the charity benefit. Unlike anyone else involved I was working a full-time corporate job at the time, as well as balancing two very young children and doing a renovation at Mach 2. Also, this was mid-October, when the holiday season kicks off in retail. I was truly, madly, deeply off my rocker and barely sleeping at that point. Yes, I knew I should go through my contacts and put together a list, but there was always something that took precedence, whether it was illustrating new product at work, helping Simon run interference between the department of buildings and our contractors, taking care of the boys or making sure that the cats didn’t wander out into the street with all the workers going in and out. Simon brought in a great auction donation from Willoughby’s Camera ( and I brought in a St. Barths hotel package (to be used whenever, not necessarily August!) I am not sure that I was actually the last to invite people; nevertheless, I felt badly after the meeting at Jill’s and got on the phone. I called my contacts and those I knew had been invited by others previously but were on the fence about attending. In the end, we did get people there, including some whose tickets we offered to pay for. As the event was sold out and $140,000 was raised for Creaky Joints, the evening can solidly be counted as a success. Christina and the team at People Reaching Out did a phenomenal job, as did Hudson Terrace and Andrea Correale from Elegant Affairs. Personally, I was highly amused by the slo-mo Simon and Ramona dance. One second, she was standing in front of him speaking some weird language known only to her, the next they were doing kind of a cross between a waltz and a cha-cha, complete with high kicks. Now that was worth the price of admission!

Also in this episode, Bethenny hosted a Moroccan fashion show. I had only heard of one of the designers before, and thought the workmanship was amazing. Bethenny did well that night. I could tell she was nervous but she looked great, walked with confidence and did not fall off the runway; always a plus.

And that’s pretty much the end. Wow. My favorite moments of our storyline this season were the big renovation reveal and the chaos leading up to it, playing with the boys in the Hamptons farmhouse, the birthday earrings and cupcakes with the boys, Halloween and us relaxing in our blow-up pool.

You literally never know what is going to come out of Ramona's mouth or what she’s going to do.

Favorite Jill moment – her taking on Mario at the Page 6 party. Bethenny – the laser focus she maintained on Kelly at the Brass Monkey Sicilian Sitdown. LuAnn – losing it on the phone with her husband when he no-showed at the Hamptons Classic for Victoria. Ramona – well, if I can completely set aside for a second the fact that I’m on the show with her and am involved, I actually find her the most entertaining of all. You literally never know what is going to come out of her mouth or what she’s going to do. To pick a fave? Her absolute refusal to leave the lobby of the tennis club. A major pain in the you-know-what when it happened, but very funny 6 months later. Kelly? Running in traffic, hands down. It was one of those “this will make great TV” ideas that once onscreen made everyone scratch their heads in disbelief.

Things I wish would have made it in: the Fulton Ferry Landing playdate with my best bud from college, his partner and their adorable kiddo. The Brooklyn Passport presentation at our housewarming party by the fabulous Marty Markowitz, Borough President of Brooklyn. Axelle Brooklyn and the night that Simon played pool better than he played tennis. The slightly cocktail-lubricated duet from Annie sung onstage by Alex McCord and Bethenny Frankel at the Help for Orphans benefit. Yes, really. For that matter, the moment when the whole cast jumped onstage at Creaky Joints to sing “Big Girls Don’t Cry.” If there’s a band and a stage, at least one of us will start singing.This is why, if you live in the NY area, you have to actually buy a ticket to one of these benefits – your money goes to a worthy cause and something crazily entertaining will always happen. And say I invited you. LOL.

This is why, if you live in the NY area, you have to actually buy a ticket to one of these benefits – your money goes to a worthy cause and something crazily entertaining will always happen. And say I invited you. LOL.

Next week the reunion special will air in two parts, and I cannot WAIT to see what made the cut. We filmed the whole day and really, the editors could just run the tape as so much happened. Things occurred that none of us expected – questions were cleared up, buried tensions came out to play, season one even reared its head….and more than one male cast member showed up for the martini. In acting, the martini is the final shot of the day. In reality-land, it’s an actual martini (or champagne or gin,) downed for medicinal purposes after the cameras are shut off. Watch what happens!

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Carole says what she really thinks of Aviva and all of her talk about her book and things being "ghetto."

Dear Fans,

Let me start with something I stole it from Twitter this week. "The most dangerous liars are those who think they are telling the truth."

I'll say it again. The blonde at the end of the right couch, the one who's prone to lobbing limbs and insults, is an Insulting. Bitch. Some of you didn't believe me. Maybe some of you still don't. But after watching the reunion shows I imagine it's harder and harder to cheer for the anti-hero. Just when you think she can't get any faker she does.

The story according to Aviva makes me laugh: We were arguing, she insulted me, I called her a psychopath and that prompted her to affectionately compliment me on my age. Sure. Her disdain for the intelligence of the audience is palpable. It was too stupid for me to even reply. But as I was watching the reunion, and particularly Aviva and the way she treats people, I was reminded of something my Grandma Millie used to say. (I love everything Grandma Millie used to say.) "At 25, you have the face you're born with. At 45 you have the face you deserve."

I'd rather be 50 and me than be 45 and Aviva, any day of the week. She aged worse this season than a president in his first term. Holy short dress, I don't mind at all how I look. Overbite and all. I'll take it.

When I first met Aviva she was lovely. Really lovely. I meant what I said on the couch, I wish we had seen more of that. Her easy laugh and funny neurotic ways. Instead all we saw was a mean and angry woman. All because I asked her if she hired a writer -- a writer she did hire. It makes no sense. Three years ago she told me she'd read my memoir, What Remains. This was a book published in 2006 about my childhood, my family, my career and marriage, and then the death of my husband, Anthony Radziwill. A man I loved more than anyone I had loved before or have loved since. She gushed over my book. She quoted from it. We hugged. She seemed so sincere. Flash forward and she now believes it was written by a ghostwriter. She even knew his name, and it wasn't Truman Capote. It was Bill Whitworth, she told me. She repeated this over and over to anyone who would listen. And it doesn't matter how many times she repeats it -- it will never make it true.

When they stopped listening she started saying in the press and on social media that not only was my book written by someone else but that it was not my place to have written a book about my life, and my marriage. And, as if I didn't remember, she reminded me that I'd written about people who had died. Um, yeah. I know. It was my husband and my family and my closest friend who died. Just. . .wow. But I wasn't important enough to tell my story because my husband's family was famous, or historic or whatever she said. Because they had money and privilege and yachts. Really. Who do I think I am?

I’ll tell you. I’m a girl from upstate New York who grew up in a loving, if sometimes kooky, Italian working class family. I worked for everything I earned, just like my parents did and their parents before them. I have a proud family history of hard work and small but precious rewards that followed. My family won't be in any history books. I didn't grow up privileged. We didn't spend summers in Europe or Christmas in Palm Beach. A day spent at the town pool or playing in the woods behind our house was great. Much like Heather, I was taught strong values and decent manners. I learned to live with integrity and honesty. I'm proud of my upbringing and the woman I became, as was my husband. As is his family to this very day. I've known people who lived in what Aviva would consider the "ghetto" who have more class and decency than she shows.

All this talk about class and ghetto -- you'd think we were living in communist Russia. Here is the thing. This is America. In our country it doesn't matter a lick where you are from, it only matters where you're going. So don’t let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough because you didn’t grow up on Park Avenue or in a family that had some history, or because you enjoy saying mother-f---er now and then. I’ve met people from all walks of life. I spent time in refugee camps in Southeast Asia, and in the projects of Chicago. I've been to State dinners with Presidents. I met the Queen of England on a beach in Anguilla. No one is any more valuable or important than you are. No one is more important than your family and your friends.

Let the elitists go slow into the night.

In spite of the BookGate dust up I had a great time this season. I made wonderful new friends in LuAnn and Kristen and my friendship with Heather is more special and important to me than I could have ever imagined just three years ago. Friends have each other's backs. I love her, madly. And while we didn't always act appropriately, we had a lot of laughs. I hope you did too.

Thank you all for your supportive and funny and brilliant tweets. And while we didn't all agree on everything all of the time I enjoyed your participation in the show. Even the mean tweets about my skinny neck and my overbite were amusing. Like I said, I've stolen some tweets already. You may see others as dialogue in my next book, and yes, you can all say you were my ghostwriters.

As always,

With love, Writer Girl xoxo

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