Oh Basketball Wives, how we have missed you. The show came back last night after its hiatus bigger and better than ever. Royce Reed continues to confuse us. In the first five minutes of her
trip, she explains that her throat feels like "golf balls with razor
blades." First, great description. Second, what the hell are you doing
taking shots and getting on a plane? Things didn't go well once they
arrived in Spain either. How mad was she when she didn't get chosen
for the TV interview? We mean, no one wants to talk to you when your
wearing cheap Pretty Woman boots.
Are we the only ones that had no idea Madrid had a fashion week? Well,
if they are putting these ladies in the front row, we support it.
We really hope Royce took notes--her style so desperately needs it.
Nothing says glamour like guzzling a beer while walking the red
carpet-- love ya, Tami Roman.
We love when Shaunie O'Neal gets feisty! She is so calm, cool, and
collected, but when she gets pissed, she get pisseddddddd. Much like
Evelyn Lozada, she goes from glam to ghetto in a matter of seconds and
we love her for it. She is very adamant that she is no longer dealing
with Royce or her bullshit. Oh... that should go well.
Our Basketball Wives-loving hearts died a little when they started
talking about their days when they were actually wives. The mistresses,
the "movie dates," oh my! Jennifer Williams once chased Eric Williams
down in a cab? God, we love her even more now. Just in time for Valentine's Day, seeing her flirt with
the watch man was pretty darn cute. So that is what Jenn looks like
when is with a man she likes. With Eric, she never looks like that.
We think it's appropriate to say that Tami is a full-blown boozehound.
Let us remind you of the drunk fight she started at an event and now in
bright daylight, she is hammered and on the prowl. She goes from
having a great day to telling the ladies how she doesn't like to be in
the presence of "fake bitches." It's kinda like watching that 100-pound girl in high school that would
drink two wine coolers and start crying about her daddy issues. Girl,
get it together, you're kind of a mess.
Here is another meal that doesn't end well. We wonder if they could ever
fight anywhere that doesn't involve food, cocktails, or both. Guess we
will find out next week in part two of their Spain trip.
