The page, in French, has "tard" and "Culture Vulture" and "Samantha" and "Mr. Big" on it. I know "tard" means something in French ["'late'" -- Sars], but still, hee. Plus, "tard." Carrie looks at her book without understanding it, like a dog sitting on a newspaper, or a cat walking across a keyboard. A shopgirl in a gold tie comes over to help Carrie, then recognizes her. She loves Sex and the See-tee! She is, 'ow you say, ze seen-gal ghorl! She calls over another fan, a nice young man, who also drops his jaw when he recognizes Carrie. He conjugates a verb for her. "I 'ave ze sex. She 'as ze sex. We all 'ave ze sex." Very nice. Gold Tie says she wants to have "ze party" for Carrie, half-past eight? They can talk about sex? Carrie beams and nods, eyes misty.
Carrie and Alek walk arm and arm. She says she fell into her French fan base -- "all two of them" -- and they're throwing her a party on Saturday night at La Petite Auberge. Alek can't go. That's the night he unveils his show to the museum curator. But she should go, to greet "all [her] screaming fans!" He says it a tad sarcastically and maybe with a hint of jealousy. Carrie is too happy to notice, and happy to go alone. She asks, "Do you think they'll really be screaming?" He says he hopes so. She squeals like a New Year's Eve novelty noisemaker and says she does as well. I wonder when squealing gets old? Let me ask the staff of TRL. Okay, I'm back. They said "after one goddamn second." Shut up, Carrie.
Char, in a lovely pink and black Chanel dress, pours tea for the Charlotte, NC, possible baby donors. The husband is in a mustache that rivals any pair of ape-hangers I've seen on Monster Garage. She, the mom-to-be, is blonde. Char rattles off the amenities of their neighborhood and proximity to the best schools, not that they would send him or her to a PUBLIC school, oh no. Blonde Baby Mama says, "She. It's a she. I didn't want to know nothing about it, but I was there and they asked me, and it's a she. Ever since then, I've been thinking of little girl names." Char and Harry's faces freeze. Blonde BayMa says she likes "Tiffany" and "Britney. Any name with an 'Eeee' on the end." Char says, "We're not getting the baby, are we?" BayMa instantly bursts into tears and says no. Harry, with a perfectly controlled voice, asks why they put them through all this, then. Handlebar says, "We've never seen New York." Char contains her emotions well, but Harry has a face on him that contains disgust, anger, loathing, and a little pity. That Evan Handler is good.