Remember when Below Deck was just a newborn babe of a Bravo show, and chief stew Adrienne Gang was the center of the entire crew’s disdain? Well, Adrienne sure does! And she is a teensy bit bitter about how easy the chief stews since season one have had it. At least, that’s the way she sees it!
To be fair, Adrienne was consistently tortured by her second stew, Samantha Orme, who perma-smirked her way through her entire stint aboard Honor, undermining Adrienne’s management efforts at every turn. Adrienne claims, “I think the chief stews since me have had it a lot easier than I did with the girls that they had. The girls that they had actually wanted to do work.”
Kate especially loved seeing friend and coworker Ben Robinson star in the crossover series, especially enjoying his prowess with the ladies. She jokes, “I was just talking to Ben two days ago and said, ‘You know, [the] next season you do, you need to go for [hooking up with] three cast members in one season – like the Ben Grand Slam.”
So, who will return? It’s a mystery for now, but we can safely say deckhand and poetry bardDanny Zureikat will not be among the season 2 returnees. His donkey ride home was (let’s hope) a one-way excursion.
It’s no secret thatDanny Zureikat was everyone’s favorite whipping boy on the debut season of Below Deck Mediterranean. But was Danny the architect of his own demise, or was he simply a scapegoat for everyone’s frustrations and the victim of piss-poor management? I tend to think Danny’s downward spiral included elements of both. But Danny’s family, who he often referenced as his inspiration and support, saw Danny as more of a tortured victim than an entitled brat. Perhaps therein lies Danny’s problem with taking personal responsibility? Hmmm.
Just when Below Deck Mediterranean was really starting to heat up, it ended out of nowhere – or at least that is how I viewed it. Everything was just getting juicy and then it ended.
And it got wild during the finale episode when Ben Robinson and Tiffany Copeland had sex…on the same night he kissed Hannah Ferrier. The whole web of Below Deck Med hookups just got so messy and I’m all for it. So with all that craziness, I cannot help being curious about who stayed in touch and actually hangs out after the season wrapped.
It’s been quite the charter season for the cast of Below Deck Mediterranean but alas, it had to end somewhere. While I was just as happy as the crew to see Danny Zureikatfinally get sent home for his unprofessionalism, I will miss playing the Danny Drinking Game, which is to take one shot of ouzo every time Danny is rubbing elbows with the guests instead of doing work. The good news is, I’m totally sober for this recap so let’s get to it.
You know, this charter from hell may have lasted mere days for the crew of Below Deck Mediterranean, but it has lasted nearly A MONTH for viewers. We deserve a night off! As the upright apes and their female companions prepare to depart the Ionian Princess, everyone has been driven to the brink of insanity. Well, everyone except Danny Zureikat, who prefers to drive the insanity bus rather than get hit by it!
The charter from hell continues on Below Deck Mediterranean as Hannah Ferrier tries to bury her rage about the middle aged frat party that has come aboard the Ionian Princess. Last seen, Hannah was being told by Captain Mark Howard that the disgusting guests were extending their charter, and that they didn’t want to see, smell, or hear Hannah for the remainder of the trip! Hannah is disappointed in herself for allowing her emotions to get the better of her, but agrees that shoving Tiffany Copeland and Julia D’Albert-Pusey into the line of fire from here on in is their best survival tactic. They will be put on service, leaving Hannah in the background to ponder what it truly means to be in the “service industry.”
Somehow, these guests have gotten even more needy and obnoxious since the last episode. Are they taking the same douche-pills Bryan Kattenburg is prescribed? Poor Julia has been relegated to Head Drink Wench, a role that has her literally sprinting up and down stairs frantically balancing trays of vodka and used cocktail straws like she’s in some twisted American Ninja Waitstaff challenge. As she slings drinks and munchies at the ravenous, slobbering guests, they insult her and whine incessantly about how slow the service is, how loooooong they have to wait for their drinks, and (their only accurate point) how much the yacht staff hate their sorry asses. The primary snarks, “They hate us cuz they ain’t us!”