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The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills season finale recap: Always a Housewife

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

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Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills

The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills

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There was some non-drama about whether Pandora’s reality televised wedding would be intimate enough. Under plumes of white satin Lisa wondered aloud if the vibe was sexy and intimate enough. How about if she works the tennis pole as an homage to Camille? Ken wore his special lavender shorts for the final crunch-time of planning. Giggy had on satin pink pajamas of course. Is it too late in the Beverly Hills Housewives reign to wonder aloud how that poor dog goes to the bathroom?

Paul got a colonoscopy, poor dear. I feel like that’s enough said about that. Although the way Adrienne left that bathroom in an outraged huff when he asked for help with his enema was fun. “Wha-wha-what are you doing right now?! Why am I in here!?” Turns out Paul has a perfect colon. Holds a lot of air. It’s not fair how much his flatulence amused all of us. Can Adrienne get one of these Valium drips to go?

Kyle has apparently started insisting that scenes at her house open with a shot of the back instead of the front. She and Mauricio wondered over which of her dresses was the least flattering and whether navy is the new black.

Lisa picked the hottest day of the year for her daughter’s wedding. One of those flower chandeliers—and I’m talking just for the night—probably costs more than my monthly rent. “Kevin Lee, come in. Where are you, I need you?” At least his assistant Anie was magnificently unflappable (and so normal, as if your friend’s together Mom was an assistant to a genius buffoon). When Kevin walked in he looked like the cock of the walk, dressed in his best chi chi chi Miami Vice wear. Notice that when he spoke to Anie, his voice was an octave lower. But then when his nervous client swanned into the tent, he amped up his bit. “You need a martini,” he told a flustered Lisa. “Let me get you one. More bling, bling, bling!”

NEXT: I do… not feel totally comfortable with these scenes taped after Russell’s death.