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What a Trip

Sonja shares her true thoughts on George, Miami, and traveling companions.

These girls are really too much with the who gets invited on the trip and who doesn't! Not everyone is invited every time!

I have organized so many trips in my life, and the success of the trip really depends on the mix. If you're going to be at sea for 12 days with six couples on a yacht, or at 12,000 feet in the mountains with 12 couples, you have to be very careful who you invite or else you will not only ruin your guests' and possible business partners' vacation, but your own as well!

Face yoga, seriously? Ramona and I like to have fun and that was just going on far too long. Let's face it, I wasn't convinced. Let's be honest, my girlfriends from India are so lucky, their skin never shows age! Try to do what Ramona and I do at our ages; our skin should look like paper bags! I have my tricks and Ramona has hers.

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Amazing that Carole has been working on her current book for four years but these things don't happen overnight. I feel like I'm giving birth to the toaster oven just as Carole says she thinks she's giving birth to her book!

I've been working on my toaster oven, and my cookbook for two years now. Reworking and tweaking both. If you really want to give something your best, it takes time and patience. With my movie production company, I produced an award-winning, seven-million-dollar film starring Forest Whitaker and Gabrielle Anwar, and had a slate of four more films, but was moving too fast. I got caught in the wake of that ship and it sailed!

At the same time I work on my current businesses, I still enjoy my life and my time with my daughter, family, and friends. Kids, they grow so fast, and I don't want any regrets! I loved producing movies and now I love cooking in the toaster oven for folks and my catering business is a joy, but I also live for my family and friends. So everything has to groove together. I have seen at my age how quickly life can end and how little money can do about that.

Ramona and I always get ready together! It's no big deal. I'm in France now as I write. I have my own room, but I'm always in my girlfriend Carol's room. It's her house, and she's my best friend. We are like sisters, so we want to be together before going out -- giggling and having a good time.

We like to tease Reid because Aviva acts so prim and proper and Reid really likes to have a good time and party. We share the scotch! Ramona and Mario, they know how to take a joke too. I actually fix Reid's shower in St. Barths, so now we are even for him having to repair the Miami shower! Anyhow, he loved every minute.

It's not like I'm sexy in the clod-hopping shoes and a comb in my rats nest called hair! We are girls being girls!

In fact, sometimes I have more fun with the girls getting ready for the party that at the party, if you know what I mean! Not my parties, of course. My parties are always fun, and never a dull moment! At minimum, we have a costume malfunction or a young singer taking advantage of the limelight to get her "Britney" on (Did you see Cara Quici perform on Watch What Happens Live With Andy Cohen?) At least I'm still supporting the arts and feeding the Dreschers! No press is bad press folks.

Some parties you never know how they will turn out, so you have to enjoy getting ready because it might be the best part of your evening! You have probably seen the last couple of seasons, I always have friends over for a glass of champagne in my bathroom when getting ready. I'll have my niece, a date, girlfriends, my stylist, makeup artist, hair stylist, or interns. I live in the moment! it's not the destination, it's the journey

Everyone loves Harry! Love the Harry love fest with Ramona et al and especially when Reid says "We love Harry too!" Happy family, happy children! I like that LuAnn's family has that too -- respect for the ex. It's so important to the development of a child's self-esteem. Money will come and go, but memories are forever.

I don't think George is a sex addict, I just think he's a big flirt who has no boundaries!

Dissing Harry? What was Ramona sensing. I missed the whole thing.

First squirting orgasm for Carole? I think Mario had one! Straight out of his mouth onto the table!

Now we see George isn't a sex addict, he's just a cheater. Ramona says if you're not married, it's OK. I don't agree. I have to agree with Aviva and glad she pointed out I like to flirt with the best of them, but once I commit I like it to stick. I am very sensitive, and in fact, have been accused of living in the past. There's nothing wrong with yearning for the same kind of commitment once again. I won't settle.

Ah the age old discussion of designer exclusivity! We all borrow dresses from designers and we get territorial with our connections. I don't want to see myself coming and going in the same dress as someone else. So I like to be exclusive and if I see a designer I'm wearing dressing someone else, I'm going on to the next designer. It's simple. Everyone likes to feel special. Would that make LuAnn a designer addict? Or the designer a star addict? LOL. I don't know. But to be fair, the Kahns (OK guilty of name dropping -- takes one to know one) are not just a designer contact, they are Carole's dear friends and she obviously felt her toes were stepped on. It's not like she can drop her friend over this. And, the friend admits LuAnn does wear a dress well! Ouch!

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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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