Apparently, it takes Lady Morgan a really long time to pack. And the process is so arduous, that it must be done in total solitude and inside of an air so rarified that only she and her interns are permitted to inhale it.
This episode – which I shall call Only Sonja Morgan Has Lived the Life – begins with freezing cold rain, three stunned women, an intern who earns college credit for serving as the gatekeeper to a lunatic, and absolutely no sense. See, it’s the day the women are all leaving for Ramona’s Birthday Weekend in Atlantic City, and Sonja, who has planned the trip, refuses to allow her friends to pass the time indoors while she takes her time selecting whether or not she should pack the thongs she usually wears in Telluride or the ones she likes to shimmy out of in St. Tropez. These are very tough decisions, and they cannot possibly be executed while her dear friends sit quietly at her kitchen table three floors below so she forces them to wait in the cold. They would have waited in the limo, but it has yet to arrive because the driver is still cleaning up the puke from when it was used the night before for the trashiest prom in all of the annals of history.