Sausage Fest- A Bachelorette Recap for Episode 3, Part 2

“Cause I’m bad news, baby I’m bad news. I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news.” Rilo Kiley, Portions for Foxes

Hello, and welcome to part two of week three’s Bachelorette recap. Obviously, the previous episode was notably Chad-centric, and this one is, too, though slightly less so. This episode focused a bit less on Chad, and a bit more on how the other guys in the house deal with Chad and try to help JoJo see what they see. Of course, there were still some golden Chad moments, which we will get to, but we also got such gems as seeing Evan’s lame tattoos and douchey necklace, Luke’s version of “rugged” and JoJo wearing a macrame top over her bathing suit. So without further ado, let’s get to the episode.

We start with a pool party, which is a complete sausage fest, in that it’s one girl and 20-some guys, and Chad, of course, is eating some kind of smoked meat. He also keeps inexplicably drinking some bright neon green drink, which could be a bodybuilding drink or absinthe- I can’t decide.  Either way, he has a giant pint glass full of it in nearly every scene.  Chad leaves his conversation with Chris Harrison and enters the house, where he offers the most half-assed apology ever. Evan is having none of it, and says, “You owe me a new shirt and a real apology.” Chad offers to give him twenty bucks.  And then sticks to his guns that the shirt grab was only in response to Evan pushing him.  I don’t think anyone is buying it. But Wells steps in and says that they all feel uncomfortable with Chad in the house. Nothing much happens to resolve anything and they all go to the pool party, where they do shots and choreograph some kind of synchronized dive, during which Evan gets a nose bleed. It should be noted that Evan, Jordan and Chad are all wearing necklaces for some strange reason.  Luke is, too, but he later explains the meaning of his, so he gets a pass. The others do not, however, and should immediately remove all items of leather jewelry ASAP.

JoJo and Jordan go for some alone time, where she tells him how crazy she is about him but that she feels she needs to play it cool because she doesn’t know where his head is at. Um, correct me if I’m wrong, but I think the very act of telling him that is the opposite of playing it cool. “I’m breezy… ” Anyway, they have an awkward conversation and he decides he needs to “step it up” and make sure she knows how he feels. They make out a little to seal the deal.She also has a brief conversation with Robby and they, too, make out.

Soon, she sits down to talk to Chad, who is still eating and drinking his green drink. She tells him that he’s been very “well-behaved” and he grins like an idiot, and I can’t help but notice how creepily veiny he is. Ew. He talks to her about Evan, and basically says that if she’s at all into Evan, there’s no way she’s into him, since they are polar opposites. Evan comes to interrupt them while they talk, so Chad stomps away, angrily. As Chad lurks and sulks, he makes the observation that “97% of the guys’ conversations are about him,” and I hate to say it, but he’s not wrong. They all have something to say about Chad to JoJo. Derek explains the security guard’s presence to her, while Chad runs out into the woods, shirtless. And just like that, it’s time for the rose ceremony.

At the rose ceremony, Chad pulls Derek aside and says, “Whatever guy like me stole your girlfriend, it wasn’t me.” Derek takes issue with this and explains that all the guys in the house feel physically threatened by Chad, not jealous of him. They have a silly fight wherein Derek accuses Chad of being there only to “get in front of a camera.” Chad responds with an accusation that Derek is basically a “stalker” because he watched the previous season and already feels like he’s in love with JoJo. JoJo then enters wearing a shiny, two-piece crop top dress.

The rose ceremony begins, and James Taylor, Chase and Evan already have roses. Then she hands out roses to (in this order) Grant, Derek, Jordan, Luke, Robby, Wells, James F, Vinny, Daniel, Alex, and…. wait for it… Chad. Christian, Ali and Nick are eliminated, and Nick takes issue with the fact that Chad was given a rose over him. All the remaining men and JoJo toast, and she tells them that they are leaving the mansion for good. Continue reading Sausage Fest- A Bachelorette Recap for Episode 3, Part 2

Sweet Potato Pie- A Bachelorette Recap for episode 3, Part 1

“I’m very well-acquainted with the seven deadly sins. I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in. I’m proud to be a glutton, and I don’t have time for sloth. I’m greedy and I’m angry and I don’t care who I cross.” Warren Zevon, Mr. Bad Example

Hello again. Welcome to my weekly Bachelorette recap.  This week is a “special two night event,” and according to Chris Harrison, it’s to be “the most dramatic rose ceremony yet.” (I feel like I’ve heard that somewhere before.) And while it may not have shown us all the drama it promised just yet, we did get to witness a lot of the ass-baggery we’ve come to expect from Chad, our very own Mr. Bad Example, and we still have another two hours to go. So let’s get to the episode, shall we?

We open on the mansion after the previous night’s rose ceremony.  The house looks like a bomb went off and we see remnants of Chad’s meat plates strewn about the place. The guys collectively complain about Chad’s continued presence in the house, and Evan so eloquently describes it as follows: “There are two sides to every Chad. Douche. And asshole.” Correct me if I’m wrong, Evan, but those seem like the same side. Some of the guys take note of the fact that Chad and Daniel seem to be hitting it off in a real BFF manner and yet another complains about the fact that Chad is always eating and/or counting calories. And then in a brilliant blink-and-you-miss-it moment, the camera instantly pans to Chad counting calories. Inaccurately. Chad, (and this is a direct quote) “Okay so we’ve got 240+280 so that equals 550.” No, Chad. It really doesn’t. What a shocker that he’s not good at math. Continue reading Sweet Potato Pie- A Bachelorette Recap for episode 3, Part 1

Every Rose Has Its Thorn- A Bachelorette Recap

“I don’t know, it must have been the roses. The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair. I don’t know, maybe it was the roses. All I know is I could not leave her there.” The Grateful Dead, It Must Have Been the Roses

Just for anyone who doesn’t know me, I am a proud lover of all things Bachelor Nation.  I count myself among the most die-hard of the OG fans, but even I couldn’t watch the season with the fisherman guy all those years ago.  It’s the only full season I’ve ever missed, although, full disclosure, I had to cut and run on Juan Pablo a few episodes before the finale too, because I just couldn’t hear “It’s okay,” one more time.  But aside from those small lapses in viewership, I have been a loyal fan from the beginning. And not because it’s particularly good, even, and certainly not because I buy into the fairytale that it’s a successful way to find a lasting relationship.  It’s virtually the same every season- someone who isn’t “there for the right reasons,” combined with “the most dramatic rose ceremony yet” and a lot of douchebaggery and whining in between.  I mean, I don’t know about you, but that’s all I’m really looking for from my reality television- something to entertain me while I drink wine and judge.  So with that, I welcome you to my weekly Bachelorette recap.  I would have started last week, but it was the first one and nothing much ever happens in that one besides meeting all the contestants and, if you’re anything like me, copious note-taking to come up with your pics for the season.

So that brings us to episode 2. They open on a shot of the men at the mansion, and all I could think was So. Much. Hair. Gel. I’m guessing that house smells strongly of protein powder and Axe body spray. Anyway, they bring in Date Card #1 and the men included are Luke, Will, Evan, Daniel, Vinnie, Ali, James F, Wells, Robbie and Grant (I think- at this point I am not familiar with any of them, but I’m pretty sure those are the correct names.) Evan was reading out the names and got a little giddy when he read his own, and all I could  think was, “Evan’s hair. Evan’s outfit. Just Evan,” A hard no on him, all around, for me. Anyway, I can’t quite recall the cheesy intro to the date that “JoJo” (the producers) wrote on the date card, but it doesn’t matter. I was sure it was going to be something lame that would pit the guys against each other for “extra time” with JoJo, and in typical Bach format, it did not disappoint. Continue reading Every Rose Has Its Thorn- A Bachelorette Recap

What a Drag It Is Getting Old

“Doctor please, some more of these. Outside the door, she took four more. What a drag it is getting old”   The Rolling Stones, Mother’s Little Helper

I happened to overhear something hilarious while out shopping yesterday. A 50-something dad was trying to explain a disposable camera to his tween daughter.  She was holding the relic, looking at it like it was some kind of magical fossil from the Jurassic era, while he was attempting to tell her how it worked. Daughter: “But like where do I upload the pics?” Dad: “You don’t upload.  You take them to a lab to get prints.” Daughter: “Wait, but like, what does that mean?” Dad: “Prints. (off her confused look) “Prints. Actual paper pictures.” Daughter: “But, like, what’s the point of that? Like, how do I even put that on my Instagram?” I couldn’t help laughing and then it hit me- the fact is, I kind of got a late start on this parenting thing and when my kid is that age, I will be (gasp) also firmly into my 50s. How did this happen? When did I get so old?

You barely think about it when you’re young. You know you’ll get old someday, but someday seems So. Far. Away. And you take it for granted- the smoothness of your skin, perkiness of your ass and boobies (and everything else), the sharpness of your mind, the thickness of your hair.  These are things that barely register because it seems like a given that they will always be so. Until they aren’t. Until suddenly, you’re being referred to as ma’am and not even getting the courtesy ID check when buying a drink. And then, if you’re anything like me (did I mention that I’m a little bit crazy?) you’ll start to panic that the easiest currency you’ve kind of always had in your back pocket is depreciating quickly. Continue reading What a Drag It Is Getting Old

One of These Things is Not Like the Others

“Three of these kids belong together, three of these kids are kind of the same. But one of these kids is doing her own thing, now it’s time to play our game” Sesame Street

It was Easter Sunday, and we had made reservations at a very swanky Easter brunch at the Trump golf course in Palos Verdes.  It’s unlike us to spend silly money on stuff like that and even though we knew D wouldn’t eat a thing, (which he did not) we decided to splurge and have a fun outing as a family.  There would be other kids, and an Easter egg hunt and bunny and all that and we knew he would enjoy it.  So we decided to go for it.

We arrived and were seated at our lovely table, and in typical Rhonica fashion, I was ravenous upon entering the building, so I went to get some food for me and attempt to find something Declan would eat (complete fail on that front). Tom was perfectly happy to get started on the bottomless mimosas (I had already agreed to be the driver) so he stayed with D while I hit the buffet.  About three seconds into walking into the dining room, I remembered that I had forgotten my heels in the car and was still wearing the flip flops I wore to drive there. And it’s not exactly the kind of place where most of the women wear flip flops, let alone a dress from Target, which I was wearing because it was loose and flowy and somewhat managed to hide the fertility drug bloat I was sporting (more on that later.) Anyway, I’m self consciously browsing the buffet in my flip flops and Target’s finest when I hear, “Rhonica? Is that you?” She was the wife of an ex-boyfriend’s good friend, whom I had known for years while I was dating my ex.  She’s a perfectly lovely person and has always been nothing but nice to me, but I’ve always felt somewhat uncomfortable around her.  We’re just very different.  She’s always all Chanel on Hermes on Prada and I’m… Target on Old Navy flip flops. And not to mention that she owns a fitness studio, so she’s always in amazing shape, and I suddenly became very aware of my chubby Clomid face that was only accentuated by the fact that I had recently gotten the grand idea to chop 6″ off my hair.  Not my finest moment, appearance-wise. Continue reading One of These Things is Not Like the Others

A Letter to the love of my life on his 3rd birthday

“No river is too wide or too deep for me to swim to you. Come whatever, I’ll be the shelter that won’t let the rain come through. Your love, it is my truth, and I will always love you. ” Adele, Remedy

My dearest Declan Thomas,

I meant to write this letter on your first birthday.  But as it so often does, especially since we welcomed you into the world, time simply got away from me. I wanted to find a moment to sit down and tell you all the things I felt during my first year as a mom, but I couldn’t seem to find a spare moment to do it.  You were walking- running, really- by the time your first birthday rolled around, and it was all I could do to keep up with you.  See kid, I’m going to share a little secret with you that you’ll figure out soon enough on your own- mommy’s old.  Not like OLD old- just older than the average mom of such a young child. And I know you don’t know any different but once you go to school, you’ll see that most of the mommies are a little younger than yours.  It’s not a good thing or a bad thing- it’s just the way it worked out for us.  And we’re doing more than okay so far, so I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.

Anyway, now that you know mommy is old, maybe you’ll appreciate what a game-changer bringing you home was.  I had lived nearly 40 years not having to be responsible for so much as a pet, and here you were, tiny, adorable, completely and utterly dependent upon me for everything.  And I’m not going to lie- it was terrifying.  Don’t get me wrong- I adored you from the second I laid eyes on you (before, even, but it didn’t really get real until you were handed to me) but I was so afraid that I wouldn’t have the slightest clue what to do with you.  And at first, I didn’t.  I think I did a pretty good job of faking it, but even when you started to actually sleep long stretches, I couldn’t, though I can’t remember ever being as tired as I was in those early days.  I was always getting up to check that you were breathing, or lying awake thinking of all the things I was likely doing wrong or even just staring at you while you slept because I couldn’t believe I had created something so perfect.  Not that it wasn’t tough;  I won’t sugarcoat it, the first 4-6 weeks of being a mom was easily the hardest thing I’ve ever done.  I was hormonal, exhausted, recovering from a C-section and you ate CONSTANTLY.  There were days when I didn’t know why I even bothered wearing a shirt because you were nursing around the clock, but once we both got the hang of that, things got a lot easier.  And it was nobody’s fault, kid- we were both just learning.  But after the first 6 weeks or so, I started to become more confident in my ability to actually do this job because you really flourished and I couldn’t help but feel like I had at least a little something to do with that. And I know everyone thinks their kid is a genius, but you started doing things way before the age you were “supposed” to; things like smiling, laughing, rolling over.  You’ve always been way ahead of the curve, D, and even though you are only three, I don’t see that changing any time soon. Continue reading A Letter to the love of my life on his 3rd birthday