A few weeks ago I was pulled into the office of executive producer of RHT. Though ratings for this season were high it seemed as though we were missing the real "meat" that is reality television. What I'm saying is that there wasn't enough screaming, because that's how you get your point across, various amounts of excessive abuse, drunken glares or alliances with the one woman everyone is terrified of. Nor were there slang terms to catch on like a skin "rash" that goes around a hot tub, or excuses like "I didn't slap her, I high fived her face" being tossed around the Tivon area.
I have been notified that season two will be taking place in Tel Aviv where there is sure to be a lot more "realness" going on. This means, after two months of trying to argue my way out of unpacking my bag...
BB - "well I'm not quite sure where I want to put that yet so I'll leave it in my bag, thank you"
EP of RHT - "I'm sure you're clothes can go in that empty closet"
*sigh* - fine.
I am. But! if this means I can live on the beach, work at a pub, verbally abuse innocent bystanders, and dance until sun up I guess I can unpack, for a little while.
I'm going to miss...
*uninhibited sunbathing on the top deck while listening to LMFAO's - Sexy and I know it.
*Singing 'don't cry for me Argentina' to the neighbors chickens while I hang laundry.
**Gossiping over red wine spritzers with The Stuff about all the other neighborhood bitches.
*My 22 year old neighbor's incessant dance party music that only stops when he sleeps.
*Stomping around the estate pant less shrieking "I want my mint Milano!"
And finally
*being the hottest mess on this side of Haifa.
I said this side!
Xo BB
**Although I have to share MP with The Stuff, we secretly like each other more than we like him. I'm okay with that.
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