I feel like we know each other, so I’m just going to level with you guys about last night’s episode of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills: I didn’t get to watch it until 2 a.m., after an hour-and-a-half drive, which followed some birthday celebrations, because today is my birthday. Today is also Christmas Eve, which hopefully does not strike any of you as a surprise, but if it does, you probably had as good a time last night as I did.
What I’m getting at is that this is not a recap. I know, I know. It should be a recap. I had every intention of writing a recap! But really, you guys are clever. Easily clever enough to do this without me! So instead, I made you an open thread, where you’re invited to crack jokes about Camille’s general loathsomeness and her motorcycle romp with Nick, Lisa’s gender-bending jaunt to Taylor’s party with her gay houseboy in heels and Kim’s failure at life. Go, commenters! Fly free! Think of this as a recap without training wheels. Oh, and use a real e-mail address when you add your two cents, because I have a little gift for whoever does the best job in my place. So put your back into it!