Page Six has more messy details on Ex-Countless Luanne De Lesseps’ messy Palm Beach arrest, and there’s a chance that the Colony hotel in PB will soon get a one-star rating that reads: “If I could give zero stars I would, because I found a drunk horny Housewife in my bed.” Page Six claims that Luann was found in bed with a man in the wrong hotel room.
Page Six reports Lu was found in room 407 at the Colony hotel in Palm Beach just as a maid was finishing a Saturday evening turn-down service. Luann was registered to be staying in room 327, so maybe she just wanted some more of those chocolates they put on the pillow? Even if that’s the case, she went about it the wrong way with the law (but probably managed to secure her job with Bravo). A security guard was called, and he apparently tried for five minutes to get the two to get out of bed and leave. He guard eventually called the cops. By the time the fuzz arrived, Luann locked herself in the bathroom and refused to come out. When the security guard went to open the door with his key, she opened the door and shoved one officer in the chest and slammed the door on his face. That’s certainly a dramatic way to check out of a hotel!
When Lu was carted to the back of the squad car, she slipped out of the shackles and screamed, “I’m going to fucking kill you” to the cops. She repeated that like the chorus in one of her shitty songs until she was booked. Lu has since apologized and promised to make 2018 a transformative year (translation: she swore to Andy Cohen she would alert a camera crew the next time she pulled a stunt like this or else he would relegate her to the end of the reunion couch). But now her friend Julie Olson, who was there that night, is sharing a few details of Lu’s infamous Saturday night at the Colony. Julie kinda/not really identified the mystery man in her own exclusive with Page Six:
“It’s a guy she had previously dated. It’s not a big deal.”
Julie was with the Ex-Countess at the Colony bar when Lu and the guy left to go upstairs. The mystery man reappeared 15 minutes later to ask Julie for help, but by the time she arrived, she claims “the damage was done.” Julie, however, claims she was most certainly not as drunk as Lu and insisted she was not in the room with her friend (Julie lives in an apartment at the hotel):
“They’re missing the part where I came up to help. That should have been there…It was so early in the evening. I was fine.”
Julie, who insists her night ended with tea and a sleep mask and most certainly not a Palm Beach blackout like the officer report implied, noted that they were going to turn this into a positive and find a silver lining. To me, that basically just tees up the holy return of Jill and Ginger Zarin, the patron saints of Upper West Side Jesus complexes to heal the afflicted (title-less has-beens) and turn them into tequila empires like Bethenny Frankel!