In November 2014, I crammed my possessions into my Toyota Corolla and drove 2,000 miles from Maryland to Salt Lake City, Utah, for a job. While temporarily staying with a friend's brother, I found the perfect house to rent. On a cold December morning, ready to head to my new place, I turned the key in my car's ignition. But I only heard rapid, grinding clicks. I turned the key again and again. The engine refused to work.
"This is my community," he says, noting that he grew up and went to school within the boundaries of the new district and that the restaurant he opened nine years ago, Laziz Kitchen, is there too - on Harvey Milk Boulevard; he advocated for the renaming as a member of the City Council. (A Republican state lawmaker wants to rename it again - for Charlie Kirk.)
That's right: We're launching directly into the first cast trip, not even bothering to waste time with boring filler scenes of them putzing around their kitchen islands or making small talk with their children. But the twist is that Angie and Mary are the only ones who know what this mystery trip entails. All of the other women, who are waiting outside Beauty Lab + Laser (which apparently now doubles as a mass-transit stop), have no idea where they're heading but were told it's somewhere luxurious. So imagine their shock when an RV rolls up. Britani even showed up in a bikini as if a whole pool were about to pull up to the curb.
