Sylvia was a Southern belle and former actress/model who found herself a victim of the bottle. But not the plastic gallon of Popov that most of the Interventionees find themselves sloshing into a Baja Fresh cup… she’s a victim of the airplane/mini-bar size bottle of Smirnoff. About fifteen a day. She even has a cutesy nickname for them: her little red tops. She starts drinking her little red tops when she goes to work at a boutique, and I have to say, the cameraman on this shoot was extremely brave because she’s slugging them down while driving.
I get the psychology behind the little red top — it’s the same reason I buy those pre-packaged 100 calorie packs of cookies, then eat like five of them.
What I loved (again, in a morbid way) about this episode, besides her screaming “Where are mah baaayyyyybies?”, telling you the police will get you on the L-M-N-O-P part of drunkenly singing the alphabet (so e-nun-ci-ate), is that this Intervention is set in the south… meaning no one will SAY Sylvia has a drinking problem. It’s all like “honey, maybe you shouldn’t drive…. you seem tired.”"Oh no, baby, aaaah can drive.” “N
Anyway, here’s an amazing remix someone with even more time (and a more morbid sense of humor) made of Sylvia’s exploits.
Rewatching this episode, I’m happy to see, that yes, Sylvia does get well in the end (and gets to see her bayyyyybies).
Author: Ailene
