Recap of The Real Housewives of Salt Lake City, Season 4, Episode. 3

After a turbulent journey, the rest of the cast finally arrives at the pink gates of the Trixie Motel in Palm Springs. Mary is very confused about who or what Trixie is, but if you read a book Real Housewives Conclusion, you probably don’t need me to explain. Although I will say, if you’re fascinated by drag race Winner Hotel and the story behind it, its chain Trixie Motel It follows its renovation from a dilapidated farce to a Housewives Destination.

Trixie greets the women as they enter the gates, like a gay St. Peter, and lets them know that other women, plural, are already there. In line, Whitney and Angie launched into what was surely a choreographed entrance meant to solicit a reaction that Meredith refuses to give them. Instead, she maintains a poker face, but in her confessions, she is ill-mannered and incredibly rude. Mary, for example, just wants to know, “Who is Angie?”

While everyone settles into the house, Lisa joins Whitney and Angie outside by the pool, and a silent Meredith passes by without a word on her way to Heather’s room. While the three outside don’t understand why Angie wasn’t invited in the first place, Meredith doesn’t understand why she expected to be invited at all, telling Heather that she was a very bad girl to her in their last lives. Interactions.

Mary, who works on this crew like Hercule Poirot amid a house full of potential suspects, gets straight to work and asks Whitney why she arrived so early. She says it was to see her friend Trixie, but Mary doesn’t believe it, calling the trick childish.

With everyone outside, Meredith is handing out goodie bags, skipping past Angie right before she explains the day’s confidence-building activity. The group will split into pairs and go shopping to choose an outfit that the others will like. “Maybe a new ring,” Mary laughed to herself. Meredith says she didn’t know Angie would be there, she’s alone. “Thank you for admitting you didn’t invite me,” Angie says, finally getting the attention she wanted, and Monica audibly resents her rude remark to the hostess.

“(Monica) comes to this group as a friend,” Angie reminds the group, upset that Monica is not loyal to her. This is a classic Housewives: An unspoken debt owed for bringing someone onto the show, although this is usually an arbitrary construct created by the producers. She’s complaining to Lisa and Whitney about it when Monica interrupts the conversation to stand her ground, telling her she was being rude and has no problem calling it out. Angie stumbles when confronted and changes the subject. “I deserve to be here as much as anyone else,” she says, which sounds like a mantra she repeats to herself in the mirror before stepping in front of the cameras.

They come to stores to shop, and they collect clothes that are so eclectic that even… And like that… The costume department would be jealous. Whitney wears a sheer lab coat, Heather wears a bedazzled “Cat Mom” ​​hat, and best of all, Meredith dresses Lisa in a see-through top and draped coin skirt, which she absolutely hates. Things get worse when she looks at the dinner setting and realizes she’s wearing a bathing suit at a five-star restaurant. This could do more damage to Lisa and Meredith’s relationship than a hot mic could.

When they arrive for dinner, Meredith celebrates new beginnings and good times, and Whitney suggests they play a sharing game to get to know each other better. Whitney says she’s writing poetry, Heather admits she’s gotten into birds lately, and Mary shockingly reveals that she’s lonely – standing in Mary’s collection line and constantly refusing to sit with her classmates. But Monica gets quite bored with these fun facts and decides to spice things up, announcing at the table: “I fucked my brother-in-law for 18 months!”

Incredibly, the only real question on the table was which side the brother-in-law was on, and once Monica made that clear, they were all satisfied. “Well, congratulations on that,” says Mary, who is no stranger to having sex with family members herself.

But Whitney has another game in her: “Warm and Fuzzy, Cold and Prickly,” the premise of which is to look at the person to your right and say something you like about them and something you don’t like. The Real Housewives’ concept of what a “game” is never fails to amaze.

This “game” leads to Heather telling Angie that she doesn’t trust her after she routinely sees her friend with the biggest player in the room, even though they’ve known each other longer. What’s not said here, I daresay, is that Heather sees this friend as a shameful attempt to get on the show.

Meredith then criticizes Whitney’s communication skills, but Mary, an asset to this show, chimes in to say that her real issue is how she brought Angie in uninvited.

As for Monica, she told Lisa it was hard to hear her complain about losing her $60,000 ring all day, over and over again, especially as someone in a different tax bracket. “I haven’t said it repeatedly, but I’ve noticed it,” Lisa said angrily. Immediately, the editorial department jumped into action, presenting a compilation of Lisa’s seven mentions that day. “When you can afford a $58,000 ring, you’re going to care about it too,” Lisa says in the confessional, though she humbly drops a pair of Gs. That will come back to bite her at the reunion.

Angie may be unhappy about not getting enough attention during the games, so she takes it upon herself to make a toast, and wants to share a vocabulary word with the table: the Greek word for “fake,” which is throwing gasoline on the flames like evil Nia. Vardalos. “You said publicly that you would never be my friend; why would I invite you?” Meredith asks. Angie wonders when she made that statement, but no receipt or return has arrived. Unconcerned with what Angie has to say, Meredith tells her she can leave. “You were not invited by me ; You can go,” and Angie pounces, going after her “cobweb-covered” jewelry and fake rental life — an attack Monica calls disgusting.

As the struggle ended, a thriving Meredith shouted, “You can leave.” Sure enough, the size made nearby birds fly away (sorry, Heather), shatter glass, and quake the ground. Angie refuses to leave and Meredith calls security. Now, let’s remember that this is a restaurant. If I knew you could call security to your table to remove your dining companion at will, I would do that trick any time someone took one of my fries without asking. A belligerent Meredith stands and fetches bartender Chad, who demonstrates his lower third not like that protection. “Excuse me, she has to leave. I’m the dinner hostess, and her behavior is unacceptable.” “I want her to leave,” Meredith ordered. What should poor Chad do in this situation? “I… I’ll do everything I can,” he said, shaking His shoulders, in a confrontation that Heather finds equally drunk and completely hysterical. I hope the production has Chad’s credit at 500 percent.

When Chad fails to fire Angie, Meredith begins to unravel. “There are things going on that are much deeper than this nonsense. “There are kids who are going to be disabled for the rest of their lives,” she says, without warning, wagging her finger hungrily at Shannon Beador. Even Mary is confused by this. As Meredith bursts into tears, Lisa follows, consoling her in the parking lot. She cries from Angie’s disgusting energy. Despite the truly inexplicable circumstances and the coin skirt, it’s really nice to see the two of them together again, like old times.

Meredith tells Lisa that if Angie wants to go there with the “gossip and filth,” she will do just that, threatening to “go there with the husband.” It’s a sight we’ve seen in the trailer and trailers, and her bare pronunciation, while always something to behold, is actually a new level here. She talks like Moira Rose on Ambien.

With dinner over, the group returns to the Runner truck. Meredith was crying on Monica’s shoulder, Heather was so lost she couldn’t even spell the word “lost,” and my cheeks were hurting from laughing this entire episode.

Meredith says she’s making this argument and alluding to the fact that she’s going through something bigger than any of this. Whitney bravely calls her out on this, saying it’s always something she finds appropriate. It’s a card Meredith has been known to pull to instantly shut down anyone who goes against her.

After returning to the hotel, Meredith stormed out, and Mary took the opportunity to protest to Whitney—”little girl”-style. She tells her she needs to grow up, her life is a facade, and when Whitney accuses her of talking about her, she says, “I never talked about you; I take Tell Around you.” But that’s not all: “You called me a pornographer,” Mary shouts, and as the truck struggles to decipher what she means, she summons a deadpan Heather, her head between her knees, to translate. “What did you call me, Heather?” Heather comes over, briefly, to say “Predator” before returning to rotation.

When Mary exits the runner, only Whitney and Heather remain, but Heather is too sick to go out. They close the door to give her privacy, but just as we start hearing loud noises, Whitney starts banging on the locked door, trapped inside. They release her, and she appears on the verge of sympathy, vomiting herself up. And we get a shot of Heather vomiting into a bag, with the vomit dripping between her legs. May God bless her. We are very back.