Heather Dubrow is a woman whose brand is Champs, so it makes sense that she is developing her own champagne, or “méthode champenoise” with Gallo.
She hosts a gorgeous party, sabering a champagne bottle and serving a low-calorie cake made of styrofoam, but Shannon can only think of David’s recent affair.
She flits about him nervously, apologizing for having “negative thoughts” and ignoring Tamra’s new boobs. All that anxiety has to go somewhere, so she turns on Meghan at the final party, furious that Meghan called her on her private cell number to get some advice on an upcoming charity function and declaring, “I start charities, Meghan!”
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Some wild things happened on Tamra’s bachelorette getaway in Puerto Vallarta. The male strippers were overly zealous. Vicki sat on Tamra’s bed to download after a fun night out and left a little pee behind. Tamra, Lydia, Shannon, and Vicki snuck out of the elegant seafood restaurant Heather picked for them and went clubbing.
This is all Vicki’s idea. Her son Michael has just gotten back from a trip to Costa Rica and he just loved all the zip-lining and white water rafting. Surely if Michael enjoyed it then Heather Dubrow and Gretchen Rossi will as well? Alexis has a nervous breakdown about zip-lining.
Housewives A-Team Vicki and Tamra stayed at home on this trip, while B-Squad Gretchen, Alexis, Peggy Tanous, and Fernanda explored a cornucopia of bull-centric activities. They ate BBQ and listened to Alexis describe her eating disorder. They watched bull riding.
It was a girls weekend. A weekend for the girls. And Tamra’s husband Simon. And Gretchen’s boyfriend Slade. And Alexis’ chin-challenged husband Jim Bellino.
Gretchen is keen to enjoy some of San Francisco’s fine dining, but unfortunately, she has brought along Alexis Bellino, a woman who thinks a rare and expensive dish is called a “delicatessen.”
Later seasons of Housewives would be invited to stay in opulent hotels in far-flung locations, but on this trip to Vegas, the ladies are staying off the strip. Seventeen miles off the strip, in Red Rock.
In 2007, every single person living in Orange County, California was “in real estate” (unless, of course, they were in energy drinks) and so it’s to be expected that before the gals even reached San Diego, Jeana Keough and Vicki Gunvalson are barking at each other across the limo about a security deposit.