“I’ve only been with one person my entire life,” she says.
Honey badger don’t care, except that she clearly does, and very much so.īrandi, bewitched by the Midsummer Night’s Dream potion that is whatever they’ve all had far too many shots of, embarks on a quest to convince Kameron to kiss her. “Badger, badger, badger!” Cary shouts, which at first I take to be a well-meaning if ineffective method of distracting her friends from their disagreement, but which actually refers to the fact that Kameron’s preferred style of arguing involves stridently repeating the same thing over and over again.
“It wasn’t in 20 minutes it was like an hour,” Kameron responds, as if this is a remotely meaningful distinction. Kameron feels that Stephanie made her look like an “idiot” by telling her that she was the one having a baby, not Brandi Stephanie says she was just trying to preserve the surprise, and that Kameron was about to find out the truth in “20 minutes” anyway. As Kameron playfully bonks Brandi on the head with the rolled-up poster, I dare to wonder: Could Dallas’s two-headed Jim Halpert and its very blonde and sparkly Dwight Schrute finally have found a happy, healthy friendship dynamic that works for them? (Spoiler for the rest of this episode: No.)Īfter Brandi and Stephanie spend a bracing afternoon trying to sled on things that are decidedly not sleds, including a log and also each other, it’s time for a private-chef-prepared dinner of bison short ribs and baby-related sniping. Brandi and Stephanie sneak up to Kameron’s bedroom to deposit the poster on the foot of her bed, a prank that goes over much better with their hostess than last season’s endless saga of Sexual Chocolate the Dildo. The Westcotts’ very beautiful, very large Beaver Creek home is two-thirds the Overlook Hotel, one-third the house from Hereditary, if either of those properties had its own bowling alley. Brandi and Stephanie stealthily purchase a poster depicting some outdoor cunnilingus with the most ’90s beer commercial aesthetic imaginable. Beaver Liquors is clearly leaning into the double entendre, based on their racks upon racks of vagina-themed merchandise. Right from the tarmac, still in PJ PJs, the gals are off to a store with the truly inspired name of Beaver Liquors. (I mean, I have at least one idea.) She’s also printed up detailed pink itineraries, the sight of which makes me long for a Xanax smoothie of my own. “PJs on the PJ,” chirps Kam, and it takes me a few seconds to stop racking my brain about exactly what kind of a sex act a P-job would be.
SLIME SEASON 3 10 RACKS SERIES
The gang is dressed in compulsory pink-striped monogrammed pajamas issued by Kameron for their flight on the Westcotts’ plane, the subject of a long-enough series of adoring, lingering shots that it feels like I’ve accidentally navigated to a specialty adult website for people who fall in love with inanimate objects. “Enjoy your baby and your Adderall,” D’Andra grumbles, and even though she didn’t say it to Brandi’s face, this is surely the “ Fuck you and good luck with your wedding” of RHOD season three.Įnough with the miracle of human life it’s time for a vacation! Kameron invites everyone to Court’s family’s house in Beaver Creek, Colorado. The major takeaway here is that I already like Cary 50 percent more this season then I did last season. This fight reminds me of a dumber version of Lisa Rinna’s supposed Xanax smoothie addiction. The only issue with this explanation is that Cary reported to Brandi that D’Andra told her she was talking about Brandi specifically, an act of snitching that Cary cops to so quickly and nonchalantly that D’Andra can’t bring herself to be irritated with her. D’Andra insists that, while she talked about people in Dallas generally abusing Adderall, she didn’t name names, and she wasn’t talking about Brandi specifically. At the Bubbles and Bru party, Brandi picks up the peace talks where she left off after crashing D’Andra’s anniversary party, but her attempt to “clear the air” is about as successful as a fart. Maybe Bruin is like positively charged Ghostbusters mood slime in teensy, ginger form.īrandi even tentatively makes up with LeeAnne, though she and D’Andra are a ways off from a successful conciliation. Dallas’s tiniest male debutante has made his society debut! Kameron is a little offended that Brandi kept the new baby a “secret,” like “Madonna or Beyoncé,” but she can’t help but notice their group is uncharacteristically peaceful right now.
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