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.
But one perfect moment distilled Tamra Judge to her essence. While gallivanting between bars, Lydia dropped and broke her cell. Before she could get upset, Tamra gleefully yelled “PARTY FOUL! DO A SHOT!” and Lydia, like a fallen toddler who is told “You’re okay!”, forgot her troubles instantly.
This is WHO Tamra is. Someday, years from now, Vicki will lie on her deathbed, fearfully clinging to life, and somewhere in the recesses of her brain she will hear Tamra yell “PARTY FOUL!”. Only then will she gain the courage to move beyond the veil towards that gated community in the sky.
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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.