"Oooh food!" as Elsa would say, spying a nondescript cardboard box.
Lea was a definite oh-hell-to-the-PETA-no on the pork. Larsa didn't eat it and neither did Alexia, the host. So why, exactly, was a whole pig on the menu? For the show of it all, it seemed. Or because Herman said so.
Despite any criticisms that might be offered about the farm-to-spit journey to get the pig on the dinner table, or the decision to eat the pig itself, Alexia remained her innocent self, scared of touching the dead animal, yet earnestly trying to not annoy her spouse. And she looked really statuesque and '50s Barbie in that green dress.
Marysol's engagement was abrupt but endearingly real. The clanking restaurant dishes in the background and a surprising lack of fake happiness on her face produced just enough of that desirable warm, fuzzy feel.
So when Lea jettisoned a pretty substantial dig about Marysol's French fiancé from her tipsified brain, it was neither cute nor funny. She really needed to stop with the drinking 45 minutes before she thought -- or didn't think -- about trying to get a laugh at Marysol's expense. Gracious in weathering that low blow, Marysol was also genuine in her aside to the camera, actually wondering if it was the general consensus among the 'wives that her guy was using her as a means to some other green card-related end. Read More...