The sun never sets in Iceland, and neither do we! If it seems like the longest day ever, it was. That's what being in Iceland is like!
I knew right away that Vicki was having an anxiety attack. She was exhausted, and I think she was scared to go to dinner, because sometimes going to those dinners can be like entering the lion's den. I like Peggy. I think she's a good person, and I know that her intentions are good, but she really gets on my nerves. I have a "hot" button, and that button gets pushed when somebody tries to tell me what to do. That is what Peggy does to me over, and over, and over again. I finally lost my patience with her.
You can clearly see that everyone was worried about Vicki and wanted her to be okay. I do think it became a bit like "too many cooks in the kitchen" (I trust that Diko will translate that for Peggy, due to her limited vocabulary.). If I was worried about anything, it was actually that all of us would give Vicki even more anxiety and make her condition worse. Once again, Fridrik was really on top of everything.
I have to say, Vicki Gunvalson may not be Michael Jackson, but when they wheeled her out and carried her down the stairs with that white robe over her head, she looked straight-up iconic.
The glacier hike was a workout — just ask Shannon! We were all really hungry. I also have low blood sugar, and I just had to eat something at that point. Keep in mind that I knew Lydia was with Vicki, and I also knew she was having a panic attack. I wish I could have been in both places. In hindsight, I think it worked out for the best. If all of us had gone to the hospital, it would have been too much and heightened the situation more.
Even still, I couldn't believe Peggy couldn't wait two seconds for me to pay my bill at the restaurant. How ridiculous! I do find it funny that once she arrived, Vicki was already discharged and they had to come right back. Karma!
I just love how Peggy said that she respects her husband and that I should take notes from her. I am glad that she is in a great relationship. I guess shutting up and being subservient is the recipe for a solid marriage!
When we took the party to Shannon's room, it was supposed to be a fun resolution between the ladies, but we became terribly drunk. My patience with Peggy was gone by the time she said she was going to have her husband call my husband. It took me over the edge because she said it like it was some kind of threat! I feel like Peggy has a way of threatening people she disagrees with, and it's very disturbing. When I said I was going to have my dad beat up her dad, first of all, I wasn't saying it literally — I was showing Peggy how she sounds. Secondly, it was a euphemism! Communicating with someone who only takes phrases and expressions literally is a challenge. I was not even thinking of the fact that Peggy's father had passed away, because it's a figure of speech. I'm sorry if it triggered something sensitive for her.
Seeing Peggy talk to Diko about her father on the way to the hospital, I now understand why she was so emotional about what happened with Vicki. If I had known this was on her mind, I might have chosen a different expression. Here goes: Peggy, feel free to have your people call my people. Actually…please don't!
It was genuinely sweet to see Vicki and Tamra hug it out, and I loved seeing them laughing together the next morning. When Vicki said life is about having fun, it really hit home. Isn't that supposed to be what life is all about? For Peggy not to answer her door is immature. When I was in a similar circumstance in Ireland, no one came knocking at my door — not even Vicki! I'm over Peggy acting like such a victim. She never owns her mistakes or her words, and she's trying to make us out to be mean girls. We're just trying to laugh and have a good time. I'm glad I was able to make Tamra laugh that hard, even if Peggy chose to take it the wrong way. Peggy's victim complex came through loud and clear when she said that night was one of the worst experiences of her entire life. Wow, she must have a pretty sheltered existence! Like I said last week, it's good for everyone to get out of their bubble once in a while.
Once again, I've got to hand it to Lydia, not just for organizing this trip but also for being on it with Vicki and the hospital situation. I think her quest to convince Shannon to forgive Vicki might be too ambitious, though, even for her. If she can get Shannon to let go of that grudge, she should be given a medal for diplomacy! I guess we'll see how this bridge between Vicki and Tamra and Shannon holds in the coming episodes...only two left until the reunion!
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