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RHOBH Rundown: S11 E15 Dinner Party From Hell, Part 2
The episode begins at the Kemsleys where Dorit is modeling Beverly Bride by Dorit for PK (pronounced Pee Kye if you’re into fake British accents). In case you haven’t heard, Dorit is expanding her brand into the bridal gown industry ... David lookout! Not that I'm judging, because if you can design a bikini and bring Naples to Buca di Beppo, then you’re probably just as talented as Vera Wang.
Dorit’s first dress is studded with millions of carefully chosen pearls farmed from the best oysters in China Michael’s. Like Rinna’s wigs, these bridal gowns need names, so PK names it “Pearl”. The second gown is strapless number cut with a slit up to the thigh. In (planned) unison, PK and Dorit think Sophia Loren! This one will be named “The Actress”, because the last thing the Kemsleys need is a trademark infringement lawsuit. The third dress is a boxy looking one-shoulder number that looks like something out of a Lady Gaga video, and also reminds me of that hideous white suit that Celine Dion wore backwards (with a white hat) to some award show years ago. It screams everything except wedding gown. It shall be named “The Woman”. But regardless, scenes like these of peddling their goods are invaluable, and precisely why these women put their lives out there (to be ripped to shreds). As Brandi Glanville said years ago, “it’s not about the salary … it’s about the platform”.
Speaking of branding, Crystal C*nt Foo has Erika, Garcelle, and Kathy over for her (personal chef’s) Chinese dumplings. The conversation quickly turns to Rinna’s Lip launch party where Dorit came for Garcelle, and Sutton came for Erika. Erika reveals that she and Kathy belong to the same country club, and neither one of them have never even heard of Miss Small Town Sutton Stracke. The hostess chimes in “me either”. Garcelle patiently listens, but in her talking head, she’s annoyed that they would be bashing her bestie in her presence, adding “I’ve heard of Woody Allen Rob Minkoff, but never of Soon Yi Crystal … does that mean she’s irrelevant?”. Great point.
We get a peek of Sutton’s Bel Air bachelorette pad, which is a work in progress. She has her landlord, Kyle, over to see the renovation which is coming along nicely. Not surprisingly, the home is “old Hollywood” and simply spectacular. They too discuss the drama at Rinna’s Lip launch party, and Sutton forewarns Kyle that she WILL be continuing the conversation with Kunty at Kathy’s upcoming dinner party.
That night has arrived. Kathy is having the ladies over for a formal dinner. Actually, “formal” is an understatement, because a Hilton dinner party is next level elegant. Although the front door of Hilton Manor is left wide open, the guests are greeted by Patrick, the Hilton’s long time bitchy butler. I was trying to imagine leaving the front door open in January in St. Louis … it wouldn’t happen. Another butler greets the ladies with a freshly polished silver tray of de horderves and they all gather in the parlor for cocktails before dinner. All the women look fabulous, Garcelle and Sutton notwithstanding. Garcelle is rocking Cruella DeVille in head-to-toe leopard, and Sutton is wearing some weird padded shoulder pumpkin orange number that looks like an arts and crafts project gone wrong. Sutton asks Erika if they can have a chat before dinner, but Erika declines and says nothing she has to say is of any interest to her.
The fight will have to wait as Patrick announces that dinner is served! To Sutton’s sheer delight, there are place cards, and as Patrick leads Kyle to the table, she seems annoyed that he has no idea who she is. She snaps “I’m Kyle, Kathy's sister!”. Unfortunately, we weren’t privy to his response, but it was probably even better than Adrienne's snarky chef who hated LVP. Speaking of LVP, the table is old school stunning, and it’s easy to see why Kathy and Lisa are allegedly good friends. We’re talking a dozen $950 Baccarat Candle Motifs in Christmas red decorating the dinner table. BTW, $950 is actually a steal, because they are currently retailing for $1150. And here I was thinking my late mother’s collection of Waterford and Gallia crystal was a big deal.
The kitchen staff has prepared a four course feast, including caviar pie and lamb chops. Personally, I’ve never understood the thought process behind eating slimy fish eggs or lamb chops, veal, or any other baby animal. It probably comes from a video I once saw of the the horrific conditions in which those sweet baby animals are kept. Don’t even get me started on foie gras. But I digress, there is even a dinner bell, which really tickles Lisa Rinna to no end.
Dorit brings up the fight(s) at Rinna’s party, but Kathy immediately shuts it down; she has gone to way too much trouble to have her dinner ruined. But it’s too late, because now Sutton (seated next to Erika) chimes in and AGAIN tells Erika that they need to chat. Again, Erika (in her droll Erika Jayne voice) tells Sutton that her opinion of her is irrelevant. But this time, Sutton persists. Dumb move, because Erika has come prepared and basically shuts down all of Sutton bullshit concerns (about being associated to a con artist). Dorit displays some courage and tries to reason with Erika, telling her that ALL of the women “have concerns”. Kyle suddenly calls out Sutton for not following through with her promise to air her grievances “to Erika’s face”.
Erika tells the ladies that she’s done with these ambushes, and in an ominous tone, tells the women that eventually her nightmare IS going to end, and she is going to remember “who stuck by her, and who did not”. But her rage suddenly turns to tears, and with (clear) tears streaming down her face, she tells the ladies .. “look at me … look at me”. Garcelle tries to wipe away Erika’s tears, but she literally shoves her hand away. Sutton also tries to comfort Erika, but Erika flips on the bitch switch, telling Sutton “to shut the fck up”. Sutton tells Erika to stop speaking to her like that, and Erika then grits her teeth says “or what …. or what?”. At this point, I’m noticing that Erika loves to repeat herself when she’s good and riled up. She then warns Sutton that ”I’ll go one and one with you all day long”. Gulp.
This really was another great episode. The Beverly Hills ladies are killing it this season and to think there is still a lot more to come (at least according to Rinna)!. Oh I forgot to mention the scene of Kyle and Stoner Mo’ celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary! Twenty five years truly is a milestone, but I couldn’t help but to recall the Season 4 where Mauricio was being accused of cheating, and LVP tried to get Brandi to bring the gossip mags along on their trip to Puerto Rico (so Lisa could presumably humilate Kyle). Season 4 with evil Carlton and sweet Joyce was sooo good. I’m enjoying the hell out of Hulu!
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