Cast Blog: #WWHL

‘Tis the End of the Eighth Season

Ask, Believe, Receive A Kiss From Andy

Wish Upon a Giggy

Giving Thanks to WWHL

Weathering the Storm

Blue Cheese and Blunders

Pranks for the Memories

The Devil's Contraption

Jill Zarin Gets Fiesty on 'WWHL'

A Researcher's Dream!

To 300 More!

Watch What Happens Fire!

We're Back and Full of Surprises!

'Gossip Girl' Star Makes a Cameo on 'Watch What Happens Live'

The Weirder the Pair, The Better!

The Queen of Puns

Here Since the Beginning

The Housewife Wannabe

Bedazzled Legs, Anyone?

...And Nordstrom!

Why We Like Mike

When a Ginger Man Loves a Woman

The Locomotion!

The Body Roll

Take This Lollipop

Normal Office Conversation

From the Sky

Things I Need to Tell You

Happy Summer!

Andy's Career Advice

My Book!

How Did This Happen?

A Bravolebrity Bonanza

Viewer Mail: Andy Pleads the Fifth on Martha Stewart

Back from Vacation!

Pancakes!

Wednesday Morning

R.I.P.

Getting Myself in Gear

Viewer Mail: Andy's Most Difficult Guest

Viewer Mail: What's Andy's Freak Number?

‘Tis the End of the Eighth Season

WWHL’s production assistant gets in the holiday spirit as he looks back at the festive week that was.

Growing up, I was never one for Christmas decoration. It always seemed such a pain in the ass, because, just like winter weight, you put it on, and suddenly you are left with the tedious task of taking it off. However, this being my first Christmas in the Clubhouse, I realize now how rewarding it can be to bring happiness to millions of viewers via sparkling strands of Pier-1 garland and carefully placed Jonathan Adler dreidels littered (and glittered) about the set.  

While adorning the Clubhouse with such festive trinkets, I thought of RHOBH’s Yolanda, and what joy she derived from impressing her guests with ornate décor. And there I was, decorating for the entertainment for America. Better step it up, I thought. WWYD?

With the stockings hung high, and the season’s end nigh, I grew sad to see the Clubhouse prepare to go dark for a few weeks until Season 9. Perhaps I have grown intoxicated from the seasonal cheer, if not the seasonal beer, and I try to take values taught to us from each night of the season’s last week. They are values that pertain not only to the holiday spirit, but also to life as we know it (which, if the Mayans and Kirsten Dunst are right, is only on planet earth—and not for long).

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The week was fantastic and filled with good energy. Knowing that a whisky-swilling spitfire like Shahs of Sunset’s GG could find love (along with a rock that’s bigger than her switchblade) gave me hope that I might too one day win the heart of another, if not through sincerity then certainly through intimidation. Andy’s face was priceless when she presented him with a brand new knife for the shelf. And if his face was priceless before, then his expression would achieve complete monetary meltdown when good ol’ Sweet Brown burst through the door like a hot chocolate Commendatore, descending toward her Don Giovanni.

Sweet Brown was a true delight and returned Wednesday as our guest bartender. Shemar Moore would later find more than one way to cozy up with Sweet Brown, the shotski moment was just the tip of the iceberg.
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Then there was Tuesday Booze day with Bethenny and all things Skinnygirl. Shipments of the beverage had arrived months prior to the evening. Promotional Skinnygirl items littered the bullpen. We had been naïve to the hurricane that was Skinnygirl. It didn’t rain. It poured in rivers from bedazzled Skinnygirl cocktail shakers that had appeared suddenly like phantoms, haunting the glassware in the depths of our IKEA cabinets. She had sent in advance ingredients for two different cocktails that she may or may not have on air. When she arrived, there was no recipe. I made them for her as best I could, and took them for her to sample in her greenroom. I entered.

“Who are you?” a voice asked, turned away from me in a chair, surrounded by an army of thin women adorned in seasonal attire.

“My name is Ryan,” I replied. The chair spun around suddenly. It was Bethenny.  She took the first glass and placed her iridescent lips to the Dean & Deluca paper straw. A miniscule drop of the cocktail touched her palette and the glass was quickly discarded.

“I like it,” she said decidedly. “But I want it to be green. It’s supposed to be a light green drink. Earthy. Fresh. Healthy. Light. Make it light green.”

If Bethenny left a light green energy in the clubhouse, it was cleared out by Thursday’s episode with Mama Elsa and Mark Consuelos. Mama Elsa entered the Clubhouse exuding love, light, and ludes. She had so much fun that, at the end of the night, she stood in front of the adoring audience and shouted, “I don’t want to go home! I want to stay!” We didn’t want her to go home either. I contemplated making a little bed for her under on the props shelf next to the Prosthetic Limb Section, but by the time I began to put down the sheets, she was gone.

The week ended with an amazing Secret Santa Christmas party. We dined on lobster rolls and drank Bloody Marys. We exchanged presents, thoughtful and creative as everyone on the team. I received a terrarium in a mason jar, as I enjoy botany and mason jars. With this treasure I was also given a South Carolina-shaped cookie cutter, as I love all things shaped like South Carolina, and lastly, I was also given a beautiful blue kyanite gemstone. I clutch it to my heart, awaiting the return of Mama Elsa. Regresa a mí.

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See y’all Sunday for one last episode until we return in the new year for Season 9!

Weathering the Storm

WWHL's Research Associate Producer reflects on the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy.

Hey again, y’all! It’s Christie, Research Associate Producer, Interactive AP, and fellow Bravo-fanatic! What a crazy couple of weeks it’s been. Hurricane Sandy surprised us all with her franken-strength, leaving many of us without power for 5-6 days and the Clubhouse in the dark. Still, we were very lucky compared to many others whose towns and homes were devastated. Sadly, I’m not sure the pictures on the news are really even capturing the extent of the damage. The victims of Hurricane Sandy have been on the Watch What Happens Live team’s mind since the storm hit. Just a reminder to take a moment and Text REDCROSS to 90999 to give $10 to American Red Cross Disaster Relief.

My apartment lost power Monday night, and the Clubhouse lost it shortly after. Being cold in a very dark Manhattan is not anything I ever want to experience again. When I went to bed on Monday I thought, “no big deal, it will be on by morning.” Being from the South I’m used to the power going out during bad storms or hurricane-like conditions. The next morning, though, there was still no power. The streets were completely quiet with tree limbs and trash scattered about. One of the deli owners on my block pulled his car up to his storefront to light the place and serve stale rolls and bitter coffee. No one could find cell service to let their families and friends know they were OK, but still, we were lucky to be safe in our homes with little to no damage. Tuesday we cancelled our show.

Wednesday when we woke up, we were unsure if we would even have a show (the Clubhouse was still without power), or be able to get an audience. But WWHL’s staff and fans are fearless and devoted. We had a huge audience show up in good spirits and in costume no less, for our Halloween show! When I saw them all standing outside the studio waiting to get in, it gave me chills. It made me feel like our show was serving a purpose. We entertained some stranded New Yorkers, while getting the word out about helping those who were affected more severely by the storm. Every single caller we spoke with that night thanked us for doing the show--oh, and the tweets--so many thoughtful tweets! I have never experienced anything like that. Thank you to all of those wonderful callers and tweeters for your kindness, it definitely put a little more pep in my unshowered-couch-crashing-with-a-friend-who-has-electricity-and-only-eating-nonperishable-carbohydrates-step! We were definitely the lucky ones.

Early this week we were finally back in our Clubhouse. It felt so great to be where we belong: SoHo.  On Tuesday (election day) we decided to volunteer for victims of Hurricane Sandy instead of going into the office. We headed to Bay Ridge, Brooklyn with our donations of batteries, blankets, coats, and water, where we spent the day at two churches organizing and cooking. Here we all are after a long and rewarding day of volunteering:

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It was such a great team-building experience, and highly amusing to see where my co-workers shined the most. Deirdre, our executive producer, was laying down the law in the basement of one of the churches. Quickly separating essentials (like coats, hats, scarves and gloves) from non-essentials (prom dresses, crop tops, ties). Anthony (audience coordinator) and Caroline (hair and makeup) were busting a serious move in canned goods. Megan (my research partner in crime) became the Henry Ford of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, along with her assembly line of Tori (PA), Zara (segment producer) and Sarah (coordinating producer). They were completely unfazed after making over 1,000 of those bad boys.

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Poor Courtney (digital associate producer) volunteered for tuna fish draining and mixing duty. I’m not sure if she knew what she was getting into when she volunteered for that position, but she did it all with a huge smile on her face (I think that was a smile...).

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And John (writer/producer extraordinaire), well he stood outside and bossed lost-looking people around, and told them where to go. It’s the job he was born to do! I, on the other hand, can wrap a mean Christmas present, so I was in charge of sandwich wrapping/packaging. I didn’t get to participate creatively the way the other sandwich artists did, but hey, I tried to make each one special. I’m almost to ‘origami crane in foil’ status. It truly felt like we were in a Top Chef quickfire challenge, with one goal: feed as many people as possible. On top of all of that, I got to wear a fanny pack. A FANNY PACK! I’ve never seen Tom Colicchio in a fanny pack! His loss, I hear they are making a come back.

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Thanksgiving is still two weeks away, but the past two weeks have been a great reminder of how easy it is to take simple things for granted. Today, be grateful for little things you don’t think about until they are gone. I am thankful for my warm home, my Chinese takeout, my (now) working television to enjoy all of my favorite Bravo shows, and our amazing Watch What Happens Live staff and fans. Thanks for your support and concern over the past two weeks. Speaking of support: a reminder to make sure you Text REDCROSS to 90999 to give $10 to American Red Cross Disaster Relief! DO IT! And if you can’t do that, donate your time and help the victims of Hurricane Sandy.

Twitter: @Christie_Majors