Hello RHONY fans. I hope you have enough mimosas and Cipro to handle all that this episode has to offer. Let's recap shall we?
The Bronx is Burning But Aviva Has Cipro
After a delightfully boozy brunch spent discussing doing a little Carole (which, according to Aviva, just means wearing leather shorts -- get your minds out of the gutter), more of Harry Dubin's former conquests, and whether happy folks get pushed in front of trains, the ladies head to a rooftop bar to grab a drink.
This sounds simple enough -- but it's not. Our darling Aviva has some issues. But as she admits, she's got a pretty good excuse: "Because I lost my leg being trapped in a conveyer belt, I'm just always afraid of being trapped in other kinds of machines." I don't think there's any way you can accuse the woman of being too careful now. Take all the hazmat suits and antibiotics you want, love. You earned it?
Also re: this brunch, I love so much that Sonja ate before she came. I feel you lady! Sometimes I just want to strap on the old feedbag in my own home.
However, one precaution she's less than worried about is a wedding band on her fellow. Apparently that might have a reverse effect, in Aviva's mind. Reid wants to know who would hit on him? Anyone with a love of Hush Puppies, "I can finish the job" shirts, and quilted vests says Sonja, and I agree. He was working a look. Plus, as we see later, he's excellent at teaching children how to pretend shave. What a charmer!