Lydia plans so many beautiful adventures: zipping around a black sand beach on ATVs, hiking a glacier, and tasting fermented shark with Friðrik, the dapper and charming owner of Hotel Rangá. But the 20 hours of sunlight does Vicki in.
Not only is it too many hours of unflattering brightness, but she parties all night, crashing a class reunion for the class of 1987. Her poor body breaks down, and she ends up taken away in an ambulance. Shannon is deeply concerned until she cracks up laughing at the sight of Vicki being taken out on a stretcher with a robe covering her face, Michael Jackson style.
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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.