Kandi and Carmon fluff the pillows to prep for a gossip sesh with the crew, sans Frick and Fraud. Kandi has also summoned Shamea, so they can get everything all the way out on the table. Kandi springs the news that Porsha kissed her and offered an oral transaction to Kandi’s full satisfaction. Cynthia starts screaming, Shamea is chugging from her red SOLO cup, SBS asks “tongue kiss?”, and Kenya falls off of her chair laughing hysterically.
SBS sees that Porsha is taking the fall for Phaedra, who was the instrumental in revving up these outlandish rumors, but more importantly, SBS cannot quite wrap her top knot around the fact that Porsha may be a “carpet muncher”. Kandi continues and lays out another claim made by Porsha pertaining to Kandi and Todd (a.k.a. Marvin) allegedly planning to drug Porsha and Shamea and drag them back to their sex dungeon. SCREAMING. JESUS. ON. A. FERRIS. WHEEL! This is a new li’l nugget since last week, and I can understand why Kandi is pissed. This is her reputation on the line, her family, and not to mention that Kandi doesn’t use drugs or alcohol. Porsha’s anger management is failing her miserably. She is still attacking people, but now in different form.
Meanwhile, across town, Li’l Porsha carts a cooler full of her latest cleansing drink over to her sister’s house to rehash and garner support. Porsha claims she was on beer goggles x 1000 and “blames it on da’ Henney!” Okay, so you admit you were blind, stinking drunk, but can now clearly recall all these sordid details? Maybe this lemonade/cayenne pepper cleanse is disrupting her memory, someone get this girl a carbohydrate, STAT!
The next day, Kandi and Todd are workin’ on the OLG, she is hoping to launch in about a month, and Todd has finally showered and changed his clothes. Kandi is feeling a bit overwhelmed so she decides a trip to unwind with all of her mortal enemies is in order! Todd, being fully familiar with the Bravo mandated trips of horror formula, invites Papa Smurf and Bob “crazy eyes” Whitfield. Hell, why don’t you shoot a group text to Matt, Walter, and Kordell while you’re at it? Maybe Apollo can get a furlough?
In other boring, filler news, Kenya takes her brother, niece, and nephews out for dinner. The kids head into the bathroom to wash their hands while Kenya informs her brother about Matt’s latest antics. She hasn’t seen Matt since Charlotte (they are on a break) and she is still making excuses for his violent behavior. Her brother points out that she doesn’t have time to wait for him to mature and real-life relationships don’t get “breaks”. So now we see who received the “voice of reason” gene in her family.
Cynthia and Kandi invite Phaedra out for some fish tacos – can we find the irony here? Kandi invites Phaedra on the trip and informs Cynthia that Papa Smurf will be tagging along. Cynthia is okay with the arrangement, she will have her own room and maybe she can get her nineteenth dose of “closure”. I am not sure how much “closure” this woman needs, but it’s beginning to sound like “closure” is their code word for “booty call”. Phaedra is a li’l wary because that is where she and Apollo honeymooned, so naturally she needs her security blanket, BFF Porsha. Cynthia asks Phaedra what she thinks about all the Kandi chatter, but Phaedra doesn’t have “a cock in this fight”, so she is happy to sit back and watch her BFF go down like a fat kid on a seesaw.
SBS meets up with Bob “Crazy Eyes” Whitfield, for a quick prison work out. Meaning upper body only, no bending over or squatting. Before he even does his first bicep curl, he is sweating like a farm animal. SBS invites him, his extra strength anti-perspirant, and his compression socks to Maui, but they will not be shackin’ up. SBS feels the trip will be a good test to see if they can travel together without it being a cluster f*ck.
Phaedra and Porsha meet at a back-alley spa so they can shed some fat cells prior to flaunting their cellulite in Maui. Porsha shows up looking like she just tumbled out of the 70’s porn section of the local costume shop. The spa ladies wrap up Phaedra in some used Hefty garbage bags and then swaddle her in an electric blanket like a burrito. Shit girrrrl, you coulda done this at home! After Phaedra slithers out of her Hefty bags, she throws on some props to perform a hula dance for Porsha and invites her on the trip. Porsha hesitates, but then remembers her Bravo contract requires her to attend all of the group trips from hell. Have Bravo paycheck, will travel!
Everyone is arriving at the airport, but Porsha thinks Hawaii is out of the country and is apparently lost on the underground rail road. Eventually everyone arrives at the Four Seasons Maui and they disperse to their respective rooms to prepare for the dinner of doom, despite their severe jet lag. Todd tells Kandi he is not looking forward to dinner “cuz that’s where y’all pop off”. Spoken like a true former producer!
Porsha arrives at dinner with her own plus one, her new-sorta-kinda-boyfriend/booty call plus program, future baby-daddy, Todd. Everything is awkward and quiet and Kandi goes into prayer, “Please Jesuzz…don’t let me snap off on dis’ beyotch!” SBS and her top knot ain’t havin’ it, she breaks the ice and recommends that everyone get their crap out on the table. She confronts Porsha first about saying slanderous things, but Porsha is sticking to her story. The conversation escalates quickly and Cynthia points out that Porsha has said many damaging things to the ladies, but doesn’t have receipts to back it up. Porsha throws a snide dagger her way “your divorce decree is your receipt!” Well, Kandi don’t play, she comes at the lying bitch with both barrels and produces semi-glossy, full-color, handouts for the group. A screen shot of the text from Porsha a few days after the aggressive lesbian propositioning. The text is basically Porsha admitting things got crazy and what happens in Queens stays in Queens – she will deny, deny, deny.
Phaedra waves her prayer cloth around in an effort to calm everyone down, but she hears about the latest drugging accusation and is relegated to take several seats. Kandi tells Porsha she will sue her if she keeps her shit up. Papa Smurf tries to calm it down, but Kandi is Vaselined up and ready to thunder punch Porsha in the throat. To be continued…
Next week, Phaedra brings up her idea of holding a “restoration service come to Jesuzz” sesh for the ladies, Kandi and Phaedra face off, SBS and Kenya get into it, and Bob Crazy Eyes and SBS confront their physical abuse rumors.