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| Half Empty Or Half Full? |
I’m feeling soo trippily Zen you have no idea. I couldn’t be any more pleased with how perfectly everything turned out as each team got exactly what was coming to them for every breathing moment!
Patrick’s annihilation was faboo and I had the best time chortling away happily through it all.
He obviously realised his obsession with Rob was just never gonna make him happy, this drained his half-empty glass completely and he ended up being more of a girly than he’s ever been before.
His turning Susan’s puffy dwarf-whines into history was an added bonus and as she wept, using their leaky boat as an excuse, I didn’t feel a smidgen of anything resembling sympathy. .
No wonder the poor guy ended up being gay. Who wouldn’t with a mother like that. Do you think this is something Gretchen thinks too?
The reason I ask is that I’ve found it very strange that throughout everything – not only in this episode, but during previous ones too – Gretchen’s consistently referred to them as “Patrick and his mother.”
Not once have I heard her mention Susan’s name, which suggests she doesn’t have time for her. Either this or it's part of her general “Oh shame, I feel sorry for you and need to mother you,” thing she's got going on.
What was she talking about when she spotted the juggling kid from the taxi? He couldn’t have been older than ten and yet she had a whole sob story about him busking for his college fees which was the most ridiculous thing.
At least she was nice about him I suppose, unlike Patrick who wanted to run the yellow version of him over.
The one thing I couldn’t work out was what happened when everyone got to Buenos Aires. Patrick and Susan missed the train and then suddenly they'd caught up with the Olds and Deana and Ray at the Detour. I didn't see how they’d done it.
I could have missed something in between as I was very busy wondering what to do about Gretchen and Meredith. As much as Gretchen’s voice drives me over the edge I’m starting to find myself leaning towards their side because of how appalling Ray was about them.
Wow – the way he stereotypes people as losers and then loathes them in such serious ways is hectic. When he said he and Deana were too good to be in the race with everyone else who was behind with them, the way he said it was very grisly.
I must say, he did manage to get himself under control when he almost panicked Deana into a coma during the Horse Roadblock.
It’s incredible when you see someone getting so beside themselves and what the impact is, not only on them but on things like animals too. The moment Deana calmed herself down and got her head into the right place, the horse did too.
The same thing happened with Joyce – except, with her it was more the horse’s fault than her’s. What was up with that horse dude being such a lier about the horse being good when it was clearly a trouble-maker?
At least she had Uchenna on the sidelines instead of Ray, although Uchenna going on about them needing to finish before anyone else arrived, irritated me. I don’t think she heard though, then Uchenna called her Baby Cakes and when the two of them finished third, their position was deserving.
Unlike the Bitches fifth position finish which was too good for them. Urgh – could they get any more unbearable with how jealous they are of Rob and Amber? They’re just so childish you’d swear they were two and what makes me loathe them more is how well they get on.
They’ve never once gotten irritated nor nasty with one another. Even when their boat capsized, they didn’t turn any blame onto each other at all.
What impresses me even less is how much they enjoy being the way they are. Even if they knew how pathetic they are, they wouldn’t care.
What do you possibly do with people like this? It’s like the psycho killer who knows exactly what he’s done and then sends the investigating detective (played by Robert de Niro) gloating newspaper clippings about it.
Sort of like Ron would do if he successfully dropped a bomb instead of going to prison before he got the chance to. His lack of awareness of when enough's enough is truly gobsmacking.
Kelly seems to have developed a permamant spot of chin-acne in response to it and I don’t blame her one bit. She did a good job with that horse and I wasn’t surprised as I imagine she’d have gone riding from an early age, possibly hoping to be invited on a hunt by the men.
I was just thinking about this this weekend – what’s up with socialite types always being so horsey? It’s quite interesting when you consider how cars have become the new horse actually – which is an entirely different topic of course.
As for the awesome ending, while it was all happening and it started getting dark, as the final two teams raced to the finish, I was wary of it being a non-elimination.
There was something about the light. Imagine. Racing in the dusk, after a long day, knowing everyone else is happily, safely, winningly chilling. It’s what got the better of Patrick and my concerns came from everything being way too good to be true - yet it was.
Could I have a lucky horseshoe up my arse in the same way as Rob? Methinks so, most definitely! If you ask me what’s made Rob even luckier is that he now has Amber very firmly on his side.
She’s always been, but there have been times when she’s seemed afraid of enjoying their battle and victory, which changed big-time this week.
The order everyone finished is exactly how I’d like the final race riiight at the very end to go. The only trouble is it’s nowhere near that time and things changing radically would be too horrible.
But nooo, I won’t think negatively. Look at what it did to Patrick. There has to be some truth to Susan’s mutterings about the positive effects of thinking the glass is half full instead of empty. Is it idealism or reality? I reckon it depends on whichever you want to be.