Cast Blog: #RHONY

Work Hard, Play Hard

Ramona on Her Divorce From Mario

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Heather Says That's a Wrap

Sonja: Don't Take Yourself Too Seriously

The Countess: Sonja and I Are on the Outs

Aviva Says Bye for Now

Kristen on Surviving Her First Season

LuAnn: For Ramona Ignorance Is Bliss

Who Cares How Carole Wrote Her Book?

Carole on Stupid Things You've Heard on Bravo

Aviva's "Foul Ignorance"

Kristen: Ramona's Out of Touch with Reality

Sonja Is Very Private

Ramona on the Grueling Reunion

LuAnn: Sonja Is Off the Rails

Heather: Et tu Ramona Singer?

Aviva on Kristen's "Gatemouth" Look

Kristen: Sonja Could Be Successful

Sonja's Glad Aviva Threw Her Leg

Carole: Waiter, We're Done

Ramona: Aviva's Leg Scared All of Us

Heather Focuses on What Matters

LuAnn: Sonja Only Has Herself to Blame

What Else Does Aviva Have in That Bag?

Aviva: Leggy Blonde

God Gave me a Great Ass and His Approval

Sonja on Her Harry Situation with LuAnn

Ramona: Where Did the Time Go With Avery?

Heather Tips to Plan a Party for Carole

Aviva Rises Above the Nonsense

Love Kristen Tender

Sonja and Harry Aren't Good for Each Other

Ramona: Mario's Voice Is So Sexy

Aviva Defends Her Asthma

Heather's Sasha Fierce Moment

Nothing Is Too Romantic for Sonja

LuAnn: I Sing When I Feel Like Singing

Kristen: This Show Has Helped My Marriage

Carole: Oh Beautiful for Spacious Skies. . .

Ramona: Just Don't Ask Me to Go Every Year

Work Hard, Play Hard

Sonja gives us the scoop and her and Ramona's activities and how she thinks a vacation should be spent.

I hope you enjoyed a glimpse of Morocco if you could see if peering over the shoulders of us NY drama queens.

Don't you love the Moroccan architecture and colors? My favorite was Kelly's red room.

Morocco is a very tolerant country, and the people are open and welcoming. As in any country, one must still be careful, especially in the more touristy areas and when transporting.

I wish you could have tasted the cuisine and experienced the aromas. I was enriched by the experienced, was thrilled to absorb some of the culture, and even came up with a tangine dish for the toaster oven using crimped foil and typical Moroccan spices. Hope you like curry in a hurry!

Ramona does need her creature comforts, she works hard, and she deserves them!

The tea service in Morocco is a welcome gesture that is fit for royalty. Tea represents the most refined expression of hospitality and Moroccans take their tea very seriously. Tea is considered a sacred herb. This is one of those subjects Alex was speaking of being careful about. One doesn't want to offend an ancient custom.

The English have always honored their tea service, and I honored Cindy by having her at my home for high tea. Just for her and I. I cooked some cinnamon rolls that she loved in the toaster oven!

I love my bathtubs! If we are in a hotel that offers all the creature comforts, I can rest easy knowing I can take a relaxing hot bath each night with Epsom salts and some nice oils. Ah, me time!

Many times I have someone help me unpack/pack my bags. Is that unusual? Not at all. When you rent a home on vacation it is customary to have help unpacking. It's a vacation, and the job of the house staff is to be sure we have the most relaxing time possible. With this group is it possible?

I packed so light with one carry-on so I didn't need much help. I always have been a light packer since the day I left my large suitcase as a young model in Brindisi, Italy, on the pier on the way to Greece by ferry. I had no choice but to learn how to pack light because I was carrying my own luggage everywhere.

I am laughing so hard at LuAnn's comments. She doesn't get Ramona by now? Or, she just doesn't want to. It's like she's a cat playing with a ball a yarn when it comes to Ramona.

Alex is so right, we have to be careful to not offend when traveling to other countries. We are spoiled as Americans to begin with, and I have to admit having owned and rented homes around the world and running them my way, I am used to things just that way, MY way! I'm no spring chicken, but having said that I still try to grow and be flexible.

Something I am not flexible about: I always stay with my luggage. I have had things go missing from my luggage on airlines, from the car to top hotels, in castles while staying with royalty, and from car to car, plane to plane. You would be surprised, but I have had many experiences and don't want to be burned again. That is why I travel with a carry-on or FedEx things. I am very sentimental and become attached to a favorite hat from a great sample sale that packs well, a ring from Mom, or dress I picked up while traveling on a memorable vacation for example. Some things just aren't replaceable.

The girls were already there a full day and acclimated. We were traveling the whole day and I was exhausted. 

Why are the girls so worried about what Ramona's wearing? She will be fine.

Cindy has already been there for a day, what does she need more hangars for? You just ask the house staff for hangers. All Cindy's clothes have been there and hung. We just arrived. I am starting to see more and more that it is just Cindy wanting some attention and that she manufactures these situations. We didn't even know where the other girls rooms were let alone Cindy's room. Laughable. Especially for Jill and LuAnn, they enjoy it most.

FYI: I co-hosted this trip and LuAnn is acting as THE sole hostess. In fact, it was my idea first to go to Italy and I asked her to co-host!

I just wanted out of the hen house so badly to burn off some energy after being cooped up on a plane, from the plane to a van, that I wanted to get away from their criticism and drama. These girls already had a day of relaxation and they "Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!"  I definitely wanted to see who was in town that I knew at the La Mamounia hotel -- THE hotel in Marrekesh. What a ball we had people watching, saying "Hi" to everyone at the pool from Paris who I know from St. Tropez, and having pink champagne and the marvelous buffet spread there. Ramona and I also knew the concierge there would give us the lay of the land. We found out very quickly that Morocco is a westernized country, and we could dress the same way as at home unless we were at a holy site. Especially at private homes, restaurants, hotels, we had nothing to worry about. They encourage tourism and want everyone to feel welcome. They were thrilled to have Real Housewives of NYC in Morocco.

When I am on vacation I like to have a good time! Especially the first night I arrive. It's the blow out night! Morocco isn't Vegas but they have some great hot spots and like to party like the rest of us. Remember our first night in St John? That was Turtle Time!

Kelly it's my house, it’s not my husbands, and it’s mine free and clear. I don't know where you are getting your information. I am maintaining a house in Colorado that I built with my Ex and I own a house in France. So while my divorce continues to tie up my assets and the cash investment I have made in them, I have a tight divorcee's budget! I guess Kelly doesn't feel its up to her standards. I don't know Kelly's story because I don't count other peoples money, but if she got the marital homes and a nice settlement from her marriage she should be happy and more sensitive towards my situation. If she lives in her husband’s house, it's not my business. I don't care whose house she lives in, and how she got it, she can still hang with me and have a good time without me being judgmental! If it was always her house, I am happy for her and hope she can keep her children in it as long as possible, as that is what I am striving to do and why I work so hard. I want my daughter to live in her childhood home as long as possible and for her to have that stability. I know my husband wouldn't live in my basement though. He lives in his own houses or a hotel. Again, it's great she has a wonderful relationship with the father of her children, and I wish her the best.

I believed Brad when he said this country is gonna love Ramona. Was that meant to be a joke? I found the country more than tolerant.

Vacaaaation. Do you drink on holiday? Do you go out to lunch? Ramona and I said we would be back in two hours, and we were. We were dead tired from a day of travel though. Consider us troopers. We are always ready to rally.

Jill is hilarious with the snake on her head. Looks so good on her. Dahrlling!

I would ask Marc Jacobs to put a log on the fire. I would ask any man in the room and Marc Jacobs is a man! I wrote in my last blog that I worked with Marc at Charivari boutique, modeled for him, and I can say he would have no problem with me asking him to put a log on the fire! I would ask my friend Prince Albert to put a long on the fire! Talk about being pretentious. Please, why are people pretending to be different than a bunch of ladies on vacation?

I was so pleased to be invited to that fabulous home in Morocco. How can you insult the host? Again. Dear Jill, it was nice of Brad to invite us. Period. I don't care if he owns, rents, or if it's a bread or breakfast. He was gracious to host us and provide entertainment with fun people. I love to dance, and I, for one, don't sit around like a bump on a log.

Cindy and I had a lunch date that never happened. She asked me to come down for lunch! Can she still not admit we were supposed to have lunch and she lied? Even on the doorsteps of Vivienne Tam? I asked if we are eating when I first arrived on the doorstep because I was starving and she said yes, knowing she was not going to have lunch with me because she had a cosmetic dental appointment. She showed her teeth to millions of viewers and Vivienne, but could not have lunch with me anywhere in the neighborhood. I wish she had just called me before and said I can't do lunch, so don't come 35 minutes downtown!

In Morocco I just tried to break the ice in the van because she hesitated to jump in the van with me when she saw Ramona, and I thought a little self deprecating humor would work to soften relations with Ramona -- to show we could move on and laugh at ourselves. Why do I try?

This is what parties are for! Puhleeese! Who likes to have fun and let go on vacation while at an intimate party for 20 people in a private residence? You do have to watch that Kelly when she twirls her hair around a guy. It's become a classic! LOL

I'm pretty sure this was not a real fortune teller, but it started out fun. I was so happy to hear Kelly is having a third child because she so wants one. I hope it's true!

Another woman? Mario? I don't think so after reflection. But I am Chicken Little, and I worry. I don't want anyone to go through the pain of divorce. No one. We flew this day, went to La Mounia, was treated to an amazing lunch, saw friends from abroad, grilled the concierge, met with the designer, and then ended up at a party with new friends and snakes. Is this unusual the first day of vacation? Not for me. I was definitely tired and sensitive to the issue, and I want the best for Ramona and her family.

I work hard, and I like to play hard. Life is too short. I take care of myself, always have, and my concern is for those who I need to take care of. Once that is done, I am free to be me. Am I perfect? No. But live and let live.

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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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