The lines for the bathroom were long, people waited hours on line for photo ops, and people were shut out of panels after waiting hours - you guessed it - on line. Last year, the early headlines out of the fan convention for the messiest bitches in the universe (I mean both the fans and our favorite ladies) were likening it to Fyre Festival. If that’s true of being a Housewife, it also seems to be true of BravoCon, which in its third iteration seemed to be nothing short of a triumph. The first year is to figure out what the fuck she’s doing in all the chaos, the second season is to put some of the things she learned the first year into practice, and the third year is to refine her role to perfection.

When I interviewed Kristen Taekman for my book (did you see the trailer for Ultimate Girls Trip: Glue Factory?), she said it takes three seasons for a Real Housewife to get it right. Photo-Illustration: Vulture Photo: Charles Sykes/Bravo via Getty Images Ample toilets, a roomier Bazaar, the Wifetime Achievement Award: Bravo’s third foray into convention-throwing finally irons out the kinks.

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