rhodc assholes recap...

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lynda is cooking breakfast for her dorky kids while ebong watches.

there is some gag worthy sexual innuendos and i stabbed my face.

lynda wants to buy a house to fit her gigantic boyfriend.

i discover she is suffering from osteoporosis and is in fact 80 years old.

 

stacie is hangin' with her sorority sisters and starts telling us some kind of crazy story about her birth mother and father.

she is adopted duh.

she apparently has a white mom and an african dad.

white mom did it with african guy and had stacie. gave stacie up for adoption and was all no way can society ever know i did it with a black dude and then had a milk chocolate baby.

as a result african dad doesn't know she exists.

i predict this by the end of the season:

it's ok, i cried too.

i always do.

anyway..

stacie is legit sad and i am sad for her.

 

 

ted gibson moves his salon to DC and these bitches want to crawl up inside his ass and live there forever.

eddie vedder was jealous of ted's endless attention on michaele.

 

eddie wants to paint her dining room high gloss black and cat doesn't get it

so eddie makes crazy eyes and i am super scared.

 

then the hair guy that looks like michael stipe...

(hair guy):

(michael stipe):

starts talking about how he and tareq and michaele snuck into the black caucus dinner

 which is apparently a "brazen" thing to do.  i would agree that sneaking into a party that you are not invited to is brazen but it is also awesome and i would totally do it.

but if the president is there you might "accidentally" disappear forever, so i'm gonna say no to this particular party.

then...

 

michaele invites all the ladies and their spouses (and michael stipe) to a grape stomping.

they all take a limo which is weird and gay.

tareq and michaele raise a flag bc they are dorky douchers.

and then some private security and media show up bc tareq's mom likes to stop whatever tareq and michaele do at the vineyard.

i am utterly confused.

i don't know if she is some kind of crazy shit stirrer or if she is trying to reveal the douchiness of her son and daughter in law.

i guess time will tell...

so all the macdouchertons get out of the limo wondering why there is fucking security there and no one thinks not even for one teeeensy little second that maaaybe chief doucher social climber tareq in his doucherific 90's cosby sweater and his equally douchetastic wife didn't set this shit up to make them look all important??  really?  cuz um..that's my first thought.

 

anyway..

they all start talking about and drinking wine.

then cat's all "ahhm nawt stawmping on any grapes, i'll wawtch".

"i hate being bossed about"...

can we all agree that cat is the biggest bitch on bitch planet?

she was even making me uncomfortable.

how great was it when micahele's assistant aka "service provider" called cat a bitch?

(superawesome "service provider")

i rewound it 3 times.

and here's where it gets really awesome...

the crates of grapes that were meant for stomping were fucking table grapes..

not wine grapes.

let me show you the difference if you are not clear:

red grapes you eat as a snack:

 

 

red wine grapes you stomp on to make wine:

no one said anything except for cat who passive aggressively yelled "bullocks" as she left with michael stipe.

(table grape stomping)

 

here's what sadly, didn't happen:

 

then as if things couldn't get any grosser or more painful to watch..

they all go to some wine cellar to eat and drink more wine where the subject of the black caucus dinner (still clueless) comes up and it is all so clear how none of these people actually like each other.  not even the slightest. 

the tension is palpable. they even played some jason bourne type music.

eddie and michaele are having a conversation that looks civil but there are hate lasers coming out of both of their eyes.

eddie was defending lynda for having told michaele that she was too skinny. which she is, but it was a bitchy thing to say and she never said it TO michaele so it certainly wasn't in her best interest like lynda and eddie said it was.

at that point stacie called bullshit and she became my favorite.

then i don't know what the fuck happened...

tareq dough face cosby sweater starts making rolly eyes at stacie's husband and eddie is back again with the crazy eyes which i now realize are drunk eyes,  and says (revealing red wine teeth) "what tareq?? what?  what do you have to say?  i know you have something to say"....

i don't think this show could get any more awesome.

it has everything.

assholes.

seedy, secret lives.

espionage and dirty grape liars.

a person named ebong.

and a future color purple scenario.

next week i am pretty sure someone gets murdered but if not i am certain that there will be people who hate each other who are pretending to like each other, even love in some cases.

that's fun.

 

thoughts?

are you even watching this fartshow?

***update if you don't already follow me on twitter you should bc i am awesome

i am live tweeting tonight while andy cohen gets his face smashed in on the jersey housewives reunion. also live tweeting is erica from design blahg and nicole from sketch 42. that is a triumvirate of awesomeness.

 it has occured to me that some of you knuckleheads do not click on the "visual aids" that i provide.

this concerns me as they are an integral part to the overall enjoyment of my favorite and my best.

from now on there will be quizzes and rewards for everyone.

you have been warned.

 

"ethan allen meets z gallerie"...

 i have raina from la lampshade to thank for that description.

lumann has a new place.

 sweet fuck what is this commoner drivel?

don't you dare say you like it.

bc you don't.

now i love a zebra rug, its a classic...but zebra lamps near a zebra rug?

and a big moss ball? hello 2005.

 

most of you know how much branches in vases for "textural height" make my eyes bleed hate blood.

 

and as if i wasn't already iffy on the whole candles in the fireplace thing...i am CERTAIN that candles in holders in the fireplace is fucking bullshit.  surrounded by fake ice chips and now i need a hannibal lecter mask bc someone is getting their face eaten.

 

 

was that fabric in the giveaway bin at zarin's?

 

 

what kind of bullshit designer puts those heavy clunky chairs in such a small space???

look at that..square chairs, square frames, square lamps, square table, square shelves, square pillow, square parquet. 

 

chocolate and blue accents.

 

 

 

enjoying the prints and the charcoal wall but overall this place has zero personality and sucks ding dong.

come back later bc we all need to have a RHODC discussion terribly.

images via new york social diary

have you ever picked up a copy of AD Espana? how 'bout an std?

well i picked up both!!

ok, the std was years ago and it was just chlamydia.

the architectural digest espana i picked up today and it rocks my nuts!!!!

the architectural digest USA has been a real pukebowl of interior design for me over the years..

but now margaret russell is the new editor so we are all hoping that she turns it around.

i am certain she will...

anyway..

spain has their shit together when it comes to design...

 

look...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

this is just a smattering of the goodness...

there is so much more..

also-

this is the 2nd issue i have picked up, both have been outstanding.

 really interesting editorial photography.

it's a winner..

 

ok, audition updates.

i got an email about 15 minutes after i posted this morning that the auditions are being rescheduled for next week.

this is the 3rd time that has happened for this audition.

maybe "love" had to play some more tennis in a bikini and wedges:

do you think her nickname is because of tennis?

 

have a great weekend!!

i think i might poop out a RHODC recap in the very near future.

me and the ghost whisperer and betty white

today i have an audition of awesome proportions.

it's to play the best friend of jennifer love hewitt.

you might remember that she prefers to be called "love".

well this is fine with me bc i prefer to called "ass mate", so we have that in common.

also betty white is in this thing and who doesn't want to meet betty white?!

 

also-

aerin lauder's bar is really really sexy and i wanna copy it..

does anyone know where i can get a full shot of this beauty?

and help me find those exact lamps please.

they have a little wooden bottom i think.

get to work!

not really a recap but def. an observation..

are we all in agreement that a. this thing couldn't have been more staged. and b. for this one we are team danielle?

look nobody wants caroline manzo as a surrogate mom more than me but she should have just either left well enough alone or gotten to the point a lot quicker...

in any case danielle made very strong points and caroline kinda made zero.

 

how awesome was it when danielle said in her interview,

"you're no carmellO soprano" ?

carmello.

 

carmella.

genius.

 

it feels good to release these thoughts.

 

thank you and sorry and cupcakes

 a thousand thank yous for yesterday's kindness...

turns out after day 2 fiona came home with a smile on her face and whispered in her daddy's ear,

"i had fun today"...

you may have heard people with kids say, if they're happy i am happy.

it couldn't be more true.

just her smiling and happy about kindergarten takes me from sadtown into gladcity..

yes i miss her.

and there is still the issue of quality time spent at the end of the day, which is so short it feels non existent..

but i guess i'd better get use to this cuz she will be in school for the next 13 years...

so thanks again for letting me spill it and be sad

and not leaving me and listening to me and all that..

 

 

if i could give you a brass hand chair i would bc they are insanely good.

 

speaking of things that are good...

today i had a cupcake that blew my mind up..

this is not the actual cupcake bc i ate the actual cupcake and the woman's hand who handed it to me.

but this is kinda what the cupcake looked like and if you live in the atlanta area i cannot urge you strongly enough to go to star provisions on the west side and order a s'mores cupcake.

it was so fucking awesome it brought tears to my eyes.

there was some kind of graham cracker-chocolate cookie bottom half and on top of that was the moistest, chocolatiest, wettest cupcake center topped with a charred marshmallow fluff and then..

i think i grew a penis and had sex with myself and i got myself pregnant, had a baby and the baby came out and slapped my face.

for real.

thanks for loving me.

i promise i love you more.

p.s. i fully intend to eat one of these cupcakes every day until they are no longer available.

gluten allergy be damned.