Having been stuck in the business of opening a restaurant for the last couple of months (another story for another time), my life has become just restaurant and construction work, day in and day out. But there is one thing a week I make time for, my new guilty pleasure, and that’s a show we have on television called Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. There are others, like New Jersey, Atlanta, etc., but none as riveting (to me, anyway) as the Beverly Hills one. Everyone I know watches it (males and females), though most won’t admit it!! It’s interesting to me ‘cause (1) it’s all about LA stuff and I know about LA, and (2) ‘cause you have never ever seen such decadence, pettiness and plastic surgery all in one place and in one hour. It’s truly shocking and incredibly entertaining. I know, I know, I can hear you say “I would never watch something like that”, I said the same thing once. 🙂
So these ultra-rich, lipo-sucked and botox-injected ladies go about their lives in this reality show.
Some of the characters are:
Adrienne Maloof who owns half of Las Vegas and is married to the plastic surgeon in town. 
Kyle Richards and her sister, Kim, Paris Hilton’s aunties.
Taylor Armstrong whom I had never heard of before but who has the biggest lips you’ve ever seen. 
Lisa VanderPump who is the English lady of the bunch, not sure where she comes from but her husband always has a dog or two in his arms (leeetle ones) and they have a permanent houseguest who is quite amusing himself. She’s actually my favorite of the group.
I probably wouldn’t have thought to write about this except that tonight, on Christmas Day, Shelley and I went to the movies at the Arclight Cinema (previously written about here as the best place to go to movies in LA). I looked up and there I saw Lisa’s husband sans dogs, mentioned this to Shelley, and right behind him came his Beverly Hills housewife. I started telling Shelley the story that a couple of days ago, at the Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel, Lisa Vanderpump and her husband were having dinner with friends including a reporter from NBC. Some drunk started taunting them from across the room before moving his nasty comments to their table (where the hell were the staff of the Polo Lounge?) the NBC chap gets up and asks him to leave when the drunk simply sucker-punched him straight in the face, forcing them to run to Adrienne’s plastic surgeon husband, who had to severely stitch this poor chap’s mouth. I had read this on the gossip sites, and as I was telling Shelley the story there appeared The Lip to join them at the movies. It was a Hollywood moment of the nth degree!!
Since I have now written about our Hollywood moment today, I feel obliged to share a clip of this show with you. Oh oh oh, I didn’t mention another wife, Camille Grammer, soon to be ex-wife of the actor Kelsey Grammer. 
She appears to be, hands down, the nastiest of the bunch, and causes all sorts of trouble every time they get together. She has THE most inflated ego I have ever witnessed anywhere in the world!! So here’s a clip of their latest dinner party, viewed last Thursday (sorry about the 15 second commercial first).. (I looove Thursdays, I’m not ashamed to admit!)
Real Housewives of Beverly Hills