Then came a mercifully brief cutaway to a “date night” scene between Heather and her always-nervous-seeming husband, Mr. Schindler. They talked about date night and how they deserve it and how things are always just so crazy and how nice it is to just have date night, just the two of them. The whole thing was horrible. It was basically like Faces of Death with caviar. I hated every second of that scene. It made me want to march against heterosexual marriage.
My new RHONYC recap is up.
Jul 31, 12