Good day Charm fans! Are you ready for another week of drama? Me too! This week is the infamous Flamingo Party. We actually skip at least a few of the cliche “wake up in Charleston” scenes to see an angst-ridden Thomas heading over to reliable JD’s to commiserate about the latest Kathryn saga. JD is a MUCH better friend than I would be in this scenario. JD is (adorably) getting his kids ready for tennis—we see them in their little outfits and cheerily accepts having to listen to Thomas moan like a Bloodhound for the 347th time about his inappropriate, ill-advised life-choices. I’d be like “PLEASE GO TO THERAPY [click].”
Thomas and JD walk around the house to an AMAZING little structure adjacent to the house, which looks like an old-fashioned livery stable or modified carriage house.
Um. If Elizabeth ever has an accident, (whispers) CALL ME
JD pours him a cup of coffee in what looks like a really nice guest house or man cave(?) and Thomas talks about how he was furious that Kathryn left with Kensie from the polo match, and how he, like an adult, has been cutting off communication except through a mediator. OH HAHAHA this is Thomas, so actually what he did was refuse to co-sign for her house. Kathryn was so distraught that she put herself into the hospital.
JD’s face cannot hide “Dude we’ve already arrived at Dysfunction Junction like 20 times. Don’t you want to get off now?”
Thomas is worried about his baby, and is worried that he will be born prematurely. It’s a risk for sure. He talks about how his brother has mental and physical complications of being a preemie (MissKitty knows the lingo, because SHE was a preemie! The jury is out if she has mental and physical limitations).
Are you SURE you’re talking about your brother?
JD walks Thomas through connecting the dots that she didn’t get her way after he refused to co-sign… she went into the hospital… and now he’s co-signing… Thomas asks if he is being manipulated, and JD tells us that his wife went through high-risk pregnancies and didn’t end up in the hospital when mad. Thomas says maybe so, but that it’s a pretty good bluff.
I think this is the face of “Eff it. I give up”
But no. Thomas decides that the real issue, the REAL problem isn’t the emotional child he procreated with. TWICE. He decides the REAL culprit in all of this is, wait for it… JENNN.
RECORD SCRATCH “Um… WHAT?”
Thomas casually tells us that he and she had a brief drunken fling (after insisting last year to Kathryn that nothing happened and they were just friends—Jennnn lied too. Maybe Kathryn isn’t such a dummy) but that she is an instigator and shit stirrer and that the footprint of “Snowden” is always nearby. Thus we set up the new villain storyline. Yay! He then compares waiting for his baby to be born and dealing with Kathryn to prison.
Let me try this “last name” technique. Ravenel is an alcoholic train wreck. Wow! That was fun!
We see Cam making her bed and then complaining about her stomach gurgling.
Even doing the “oh shit run” she’s gorgeous
Whitney is getting German voicemail and can’t reach his high school girlfriend, Landon is cleaning and opening mail, and Craig is filling out the Bar paperwork. Shep talks to Cam in the car who tells him about her runs.
Yeah. If you have this expression when someone tells you they have the shits, you’re in love.
Shep teases Cam about her food making her sick and then backtracks and apologizes (Dude he’s so in love with her).
They gossip about Craig actually going through with filing his paperwork. They show his family dinner when Whitney was outing him, and it did make it look like he had lied about it. Shep is going to monitor to make sure he in fact mails the paperwork.
Shep slyly asks Craig his duties, and Craig falls into the trap of bragging that since they both drink a lot of bourbon, he’s going to naturally know a lot about running the bourbon side of the business.
Shep epically eye rolls over this BS answer
Or he just became possessed, one of the two
He says that answer is akin to him saying he can drive a car so he knows how to run Chevy. True. True. It reminds me of these two geniuses/moguls:
We both drink Sangria. Now pay us.
And then Shep rubs his face wearily as Craig wonders the best way to adhere his passport picture to his paperwork, since they need to confirm their identity to sit the exam. Craig wonders if a glue stick, or velcro would be better.
