Issue date: 9/5/07 Section: Features

Rosa Pastran [Click to enlarge]

Psy-Psy-PSYCHO!

My, my, did I speak too soon!

What happened to the love chemistry? What happened to stealing kisses in the confessional? What happened to me saying to stick with Cohutta!?

Mrs. Shauvon herself finally had her BIA! moment when she decided to go on a belligerent, drunken debauchery show for all of us to watch. And oh, did I watch.

I really thought she was going to behave herself. I mean, her speech on her ex-fiancé and what he meant to her and how she's trying to mend her broken heart`... I really believed that!

Shauvon revisited harsh times in her past when the topic of boyfriends and relationships filled the house and eventually got so hard to escape, that it choked her up. She confided in Parisa, her homegirl, that David, the ex, was still a part of her and that it was really hard letting go of him. She explained how he made her choose him over her career and how she wasn't having any part of that.

Well, after the heart to heart was over, along came alcohol! It didn't take long for the entire house to get drunk and start spilling their feelings onto the floor. It started with Shauvon falling on the ground and blaming Isaac for dropping her. Isaac clearly explained that she had fallen on her own, but Shauvon saw it otherwise. Gravity, it sneaks up on you!

An honest apology was what she was after, and it was nowhere to be found. Isaac's brutally honest demeanor set Shauvon over the edge and she ended up pouring water over his head. He immediately responded with throwing some kind of thick liquid in her direction and calling her every name in the book.

Their argument sparked to a tear fest when Isaac decided to give her what she wanted. But an asinine apology was far from what Mrs. Sex columnist requested.

Did anyone else laugh when Isaac was rolling off names he usually calls girls in an argument and Shauvon starts bawling in the middle of the list? I think the tears flowed right after "whore." It was hilarious. Sorry.

The next morning, the "I don't remember what happened because I was drunk" excuses come to Shauvon's rescue. I just hope alcohol and her lips never meet again. Well, that's not true, because I enjoyed the foolishness.

I hate to say this, but KellyAnne is on my good side at the moment. Stick with Cohutta!

Stay Tuned--

Rosa Pastran can be reached at rpastran@statehornet.com

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