Real Housewives of New York Go to St. Barths: Ramona Singer Dishes on LuAnn's Shady Behavior
St. Barths was beyond amazing! It's always a treat to be able to leave NYC in January when it is so cold and ugly, especially when you get to land on this dream island!
I have been happily married for over twenty years and I must say that even I was looking forward to having a blast with just the girls. Sometimes you need that time with your girlfriends without children and husbands/significant others. Little did I know what I was getting into . . .
We really got off to a bang on our first night out -- Le Ti was so much fun! As you all well know, I love dancing! After everything that has gone on between Heather and me, it looks like all we needed was a little dance?! Once Heather, Carole and I got on top of the tables to dance it was sealed. Heather and I reached an unspoken understanding with each other.
How many times did LuAnn say Thomas looks like Johnny Depp? Was it just me or was she obsessing a bit with the way he looked? I really don't know why LuAnn would lie about having Thomas over to the home. And to say Italian people, not French?
LuAnn got so busted with her telephone conversation. I can't believe she even said she would continue to lie to us girls! "He cannot say he was here last night, I told the girls it was a group." I'm still a bit confused as to how she thought it would not get out. LuAnn does make up stories, as we all just saw with Thomas. Kind of reminds me of that bizarre story she was telling that I threatened her with her children . . . hmmm.
I was shocked that Reid was staying at our villa on this girls' trip. That was never the plan. I was not the only one who felt this wasn’t going to be a positive change in plans. LuAnn even said, "The dynamics will change when Reid comes." Remember that for next week's episode!!!!
I'm off to Michigan tomorrow for three Ramona Pinot appearances! Check out the details at www.RamonaSinger.com, and while you're at it, explore my all-new site a bit!
Til next time . . .