Caroline visits Annabelle on her near-death bed. Annabelle’s “I’m so weak and can’t get out of bed” yet her makeup is flawlessly effortless, as is her completely wrinkle-free grey heathered t-shirt. Caroline calls her incredible for checking herself out of the hospital and taking care of herself at home, but I believe the word she was looking for is stupid. Or maybe overly dramatic? No, that’s two words. Definitely just stupid. Continue reading
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On this week’s episode of Brew Dogs, it’s Vegas, baby! Vegas! When I think of Vegas, I think of beer. Right after I think of gambling, money, hookers, and Siegfried and Roy. To bump beer up on that list, James and Martin set out to brew the most expensive beer in the world, and auctioning it off for gobs and bogs of money. Continue reading
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You know what really huge and important thing happened in London today? The third stage of the Tour de France rolled through town, right up to Buckingham Palace. But this show is nice, too. Continue reading
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Happy Saint Patrick’s Day! Yes, you heard me right. It’s Saint Patrick’s Day in Chicago, and two Scottish brewmasters are going to make the most delicious green beer you’ve ever tasted. Well, not really tasted, since this is television. More like thinking about tasting. Continue reading
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Marissa and her friend Julie (who is going to be a lady despite her manly features) are yogaing in Marissa’s yoga space. Not a room—a space. There’s a difference, and the difference is one of those if-you-have-to-ask-you-can’t-afford things. I suspect they may be drunk, but whatever. It’s noon somewhere! Continue reading
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Welcome to the second season of Brew Dogs, where two Scottish men I can barely understand travel around America, brewing bizarre and bold versions of local beer. The first city on their list is Durham, North Carolina. Continue reading
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This is the episode where we must pretend there is a huge battle brewing between Juliet and Annabelle over The Panty Party Incident. But it’s really not much of anything, because Americans are famous for making something out of nothing. So, play along and enjoy the faux fight. Continue reading
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Happy Fourth Of July! (I know it’s only June, but shhh! Just play along.) What kind of idiot celebrates America’s independence from England in England? These kinds… Continue reading
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Marissa owns a restaurant with her husband, which makes her working class. Juliet deems the restaurant “cute” and orders a fish pie and a white wine spritzer, which makes her déclassé. They are preparing for The Serpentine, a big and British fahhhncy pahhhty. Oh I do so love a pahhhty. Continue reading
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My favorite Real Housewives are New York, followed by Orange County, and then maybe Beverly Hills. But I’m ready to switch it up and cross the pond for some Real Brits. Or, rather, two Brits and a smattering of Americans who married into the crown. Let’s meet our ladies: Continue reading
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