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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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.