Turns out Ramona and Sonja are actually a little unclear on the meaning of "white trash."

Ramona prepares for a day at the beach by properly shielding her face from damaging UV rays.

Carole drops in and mentions she, Aviva, and their gents are going on a double date tonight. This does not go over well. . .

And things go even worse when Aviva overhears the ladies discussing the matter.

Carole tries to rectify the situation, but Aviva is already in full tilt Jack Nicholson mode.

Slowly the other ladies trickle in, and the gang tires to move forward with the days plans.

Here, don't be upset ladies. There's a parrot at the restaurant!

LuAnn communes with the animals and her friend who owns the restaurant.

Ramona's not too keen on Carole's toast to Aviva arriving in St. Barth's.

And Sonja will go a step farther by saying she's not going to let Carole speak for her.

Carole can't believe that no one will sit still at this lunch. Does this table have seatbelts so people could stay seated.

Sonja and Ramona will go off and make their own fun away from the table if that's what it takes.

Meanwhile, back at the table Heather wants everyone to just hush up and enjoy their vacation for the love of god.

All of the talk of flying difficulties reminds Carole of her friend's untimely passing, and drives her away from the table.

Aviva comes to the rescue though to help cheer her up.

And nothing cheers someone up like a pedicure that includes fish eating your dead skin.

Yup, those fish feel as strange as Aviva's face is leading you to believe.

Back at the table, Heather finds out about the evening's double date plan.

Ramona drives the point home -- we've been duped.

Heather hops up from the lunch table to let the Aviva and Carole know she's not thrilled with their evening agenda.

And soon they realize Heather has hot-footed all the way back to the beach.

If you'll excuse Heather, she's doing "me right now."

Aviva still can't fathom how Sonja thinks drunken antics equals female bonding.

And all of her yachts and private islands and what not talks is really getting under Aviva's skin.

Don't mess with Sonja. She says the word and you're done in NYC.

After all that hullabaloo, the couples sit down for dinner, and discuss the 'Girls Gone Wild' situation that is the other 'Wives.

Ramona and Sonja ponder what is to be done with Aviva.

So far no one has any viable ideas. . .but they're having a great time plotting.

The next morning Carole attempts to play peacemaker by being omnipresent, keeping the girls from arguing.

Aviva will allow Carole to leave her sight to go get a swimsuit -- but she better make it quick.

Meanwhile in the house, Sonja is trying to make her first day uber-productive by setting up a quick drink with the chef.

Aviva and Carole go for a zen-inducing dip in the pool.

On the way to sunset drinks, Aviva tries to move past all the day's fighthing.

While in the other car, Ramona explains how Aviva has gone completely 'Planet of the Apes.'

Another drink, another awkward toast to group unity.

The ladies step out to see Russ' big concert, but Ramona and Sonja are noticeably absent.

Back at the house, Carole tries to reassemble the troops for one final meal together.

But Sonja could use a quick outfit change.

Carole comes up to try to retrieve Sonja for dinner. But she can barely her Carole say how upset she was earlier in the day over the blow-dryer.

And finally, everyone is in the poll.