Cast Blog: #RHONY

Fight or Flight

Sonja recaps Bethenny and Kelly's hot mess of a showdown in St. John.

 

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Now for Episode 12.
The first morning on the boat I felt really bad for Bethenny. The night before had been too much for her after what she had been through with her father passing. She came to have a vacation and relax at this stage in her pregnancy. By the way, I was sick as a dog when I was pregnant. The whole time, right to the bitter end. Everyone said I would feel better after the first three months. Wrong! So I was impressed that Bethenny came to support Ramona even though she was pregnant.

The gift bags Bethenny gave us were a thoughtful, generous gesture. I like that Jill tried to calm Kelly when she got to her room, and didn't stir the pot.

It was nice of Kelly to invite Bethenny to shoot pictures with us, but I don't blame Bethenny for not partaking. It was the perfect excuse to stay home and relax.

Ramona looked so hot for the shoot. Oh my gosh, her workouts and planks paid off! Kelly made us all feel beautiful and that was the most important thing, not that we looked silly (and allowed it to be taped for television!) Alex had on the glasses and hat from Bethenny's gift bag, and Kelly styled them. Alex was a good sport and did it all in the name of fun! It takes a lot to trust any photographer. I think Kelly must have something good out of that shoot, though. Ramona and I had our own photo shoot on the side, we always know how to have a good time no matter what. Did I speak too soon?

 

Ramona did nothing but arrange a wonderful trip. Presidio del Mar of St John on Peter's Bay is absolutely stunning and well laid out. I really enjoyed discovering this home, its gardens (remember I am a gardener) and meeting the charming owner. The M/V Lady Olga was terrific too, I like the way the galley was set up like a kitchen in your own home. You could hang out there around the chef's island and it had a comfy seating area, television, etc. The chef was the captain's wife! She always had a plate of brownies or cookies out for us to enjoy. It was a very nice atmosphere. When the chef is happy, everyone is happy. When the chef isn't happy, no one is happy. I know firsthand. A 150 foot yacht quickly becomes very small when you are out to sea and someone goes bonkers, for whatever reason.

I could feel LuAnn's eerie premonition for Kelly having accepted the trip! I was planning on protecting Kelly and making sure she had fun and wasn't picked on.

Bethenny is some chef! I am a restaurant consultant, celebrity ambassador, lifestyle expert, PR personality, or whatever you want to call it, so I promise you that meal was super! Excluding atmosphere!!! A hostess has to be very careful who they put together on a trip and unfortunately no seating arrangement could help that situation. I have a lot of experience putting 12 people together for 10 days on a boat. You had better be good to do that and even then you take your chances when people are drinking. Excitement, expectation and actuality combined can be devastating if one is not happy inside.

I just wanted to talk hair, fashion, and other light, silly topics with the girls and poor Bethenny was hiding in the kitchen! She was in straight up, undeniable "fight or flight" mode at this point. I was so nervous I couldn't stop with the hair flipping and clothing fussing. It was painful to watch myself on camera. Ramona must have felt the same because she didn't want the crab cake to go back to the kitchen. So, I ate it! A third crab cake! Where was my poodle Millou when I needed him? I don't want the poochie growing!

 

I can't believe Kelly gets the string and can't cut through her steak! What are the odds of that? And, she doesn't notice the string! She probably thought the meat was tough. At this point I am so scared there is a blow up coming so I am trying to stake down compliments to the food and substantiate my opinion with my credentials to try and combat any negative comments that may come. That usually works within a normal social conversation. Everyone just follows suit.

I like that Ramona reached out to Bethenny to bond over the Brooklyn Bridge thing. Whatever that was, it was good they could share feelings. That's what brings people closer and bonded.

I want to believe Bethenny didn't speak negatively about Kelly's children to the press, even though Kelly feels strongly that she did, for sure. I like to believe Bethenny would own up to it if she had, especially at this critical point. It was hard for me to watch this scene. I felt we all had to take responsibility for what had transpired. I felt Kelly's pain as well as Bethenny's and just wanted to make everyone whole again.

I didn't fall into the shots routine again! Kelly mentions coming back with her favorite shots. She always offers them to everyone, but I caught her putting her shot aside the night after she got me out of bed (when I really needed to stay in bed!), and then we ended up at the Hooters boat! I spoke to her about this, and now she understands how I feel. You can't toast eye to eye and not go shot for shot with your friends. If I had gone for her tequila move again I wouldn't have been able to make any sense whatsoever of the whole hot mess. Bottom line, I am sad that Bethenny and Kelly were not able to resolve their differences.

I needed a vacation after this vacation. My sympathies to Ramona for her great efforts (and everyone's by the way) but not my idea of a vacation.

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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