I need to have confidence like Luann. Moving forward, whenever I'm having a rough week, I'm going to ask myself, how would Luann approach this? That's going to be my thing for the remainder of the year, maybe the rest of my life. Why? Because I like how Lu keeps her audience waiting like she's Sally motherfucking Bowles, comes out and lip syncs the only two songs in her repertoire, and, and! bitch has choreography to go with it.
I had to look away when Ramona, Sonja, and Dorinda were snipping at each other during the charity event. The secondhand embarrassment was too much. It closely ranked up there with them shitting on the floors and sheets in Colombia. Their actions in Cartagena still piss me off. Accidents happen, but at least clean up after yourself, profusely apologize to the staff, and leave a hefty-ass tip.
I'm sometime-ish on Dorinda. There are times when I think she's cool, but the majority of the time, I can't take her. Especially when she goes in while drunk. I have no doubt that the only person who'd accept and fire back at Dorinda's smoke is Barbara.
I didn't have an issue with Bethenny bouncing. Luann was too busy being a painted maypole instead of bringing her ass downstairs to perform on time. Bethenny had to relieve her babysitter. Shit, the sitter probably had plans, too.
I have a soft spot for Tinsley. I hope that she gets her mind right and finds purpose in her life. Scott seems like he has fuckboy tendencies. He wasn't obligated to stay with her, but I don't care for this whole ring discussion business when he knew damn well he wasn't serious about proposing. However, it's over, so Tins has to pick herself up and remember who she is.
"The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.”