Southern Charm New Orleans

It’s hard to believe last night was the finale of Southern Charm New Orleans. I’ve really grown attached to these folks, and let’s be honest. These gentlemen are easy on the eyes! If you don’t believe me, let’s start the recap, shall we? Lots of gratuitous skin on the final episode which suited lil’ ol’ me just fine!

Jon Moody is prepping canvases for Gian’s party, but I’m not really focused on his artwork. Damn. Although swimming in athletic leggings. He takes a call from Gian who is very excited about the party. Speaking of Gian, Tamica Lee shares with her friends over brunch that Gian has blocked her on social media. She reveals that the pair had a very frank conversation about Gian’s treatment of Barry Smith and his dreaded “f-word” situation. Reagan Charleston comes to her friend’s defense. Barry was so quick to recognize and apologize for his behavior, and Gian heard the story third hand. Susan agrees. It’s ridiculous for Gian to have cut business ties with Barry as if she’s never said something completely ignorant and regrettable. Reagan is sure Gian’s jealousy of Tamica dates back to their high school days. Regardless, the ladies believe both Gian and Tamica are more alike than Tamica is willing the admit…and they are still going to be serving together on the board of Son of a Saint.

Southern Charm New Orleans has been a wonderful addition to my Sunday night. Jeff Charleston is so damn nice. All of these men are. I’ll go to one of their guys’ nights and promise not to complain when naked ladies make an appearance. Last night’s episode was no exception as to how kind, fun, and level-headed these gentlemen are.

After a thankfully uneventful night at the Myrtles, the crew is packing their bags. Jon Moody was missing his sock when he woke up, but the noises that freaked out Tamica Lee and Barry Smith were courtesy of their friend Susan and cousin Jared. Justin Reese completely ghosted with girlfriend Kelsey to spend the night at a hotel. The group convenes for lunch, and Justin isn’t scared to admit he’s terrified of ghosts. As Justin continues to say he’s fine, and Tamica takes the opportunity to share a story about her father dying of a heart attack at a young age. Barry interrupts to ask her to pass some sauce, and she is livid. While it is rude behavior, I don’t think Barry was listening to his wife’s conversation given the large number of people at the long table.

Southern Charm New Orleans really upped its game last night. Not only was my mouth watering the entirety of the show, the New Orleans crowd actually had a fun time together! Other than spending far too much time falling down a Myrtles rabbit hole on the internet (and not getting much sleep last night because of it), this episode solidified my adoration for this show. Take that, Savannah!

Reagan Charleston is blessing her new French Quarter apartment by burning sage with her sister as husband Jeff tends to the dogs thirty plus miles (and one long-ass bridge) away. Tamica Lee is about to head out of town with her cousin Jared. She straddles Jared and packs some roadies. The pair is heading to see Jared’s mom in the country after his recent coming out to his friend group. While he’s now told her he is gay, he hasn’t seen her face-to-face. Barry Smith bids farewell to his wife who isn’t looking forward to the road trip.

Southern Charm New Orleans is proving itself to be a Bravo contender. The combination of beautiful people stirring the pot has always been a winner, but throw in some voodoo and a level of self-absorption that defies the norm, and I’m certainly going to watch.

After the explosive end to Reagan Charleston’s jewelry launch, Tamica Lee, Reagan, and outlying friend Rachel are brunching at Nicelle’s home. In the French Quarter, Barry Smith is stewing in his bad judgment and the slur he spouted during his screaming match with Jon Moody’s friend. He’s lunching with Justin Reese and Tamica’s brother while rehashing the night. When he tells his friends what he said, Justin is floored. You can’t say that word unless you’re British and asking a cigarette or you’re looking for a bundle of sticks. Barry recognizes it was wrong, but the guy still continued to get in his face even after apologizing. Justin still can’t wrap his head around it. To him, it’s the equivalent of a white person using the n-word. A derogatory slur is a derogatory slur.