Cut to a stairwell. Carrie and Shawn are walking up five flights to a downtown party. Carrie whines about her need for vodka. Shawn tells her to take it easy. Carrie patronizes him by calling him "dude." I think that Shawn's bisexuality is the least of the problems in their relationship. They walk into the party. Carrie takes off her jacket to show off her ensemble: a black pleather Wilma (tm Wing Chun) dress with a big white silk flower (ugh!) pinned to the shoulder, and scrunchy gold go-go boots. Very Barbarella-goes-to-the-prom, no? Shawn tells Carrie that the party is for his ex-boyfriend Mark's new boyfriend's birthday. Carrie tries to pretend that this isn't a problem, but we all know better. Shawn introduces Carrie to Mark, who frankly isn't all that and certainly isn't even any competition for the likes of Carrie, and Mark's new significant other, Garth. Garth isn't all that either, and loses even more points from me for whining about not being introduced as Mark's partner. And Mark loses even more points for carrying around his and Garth's infant in a baby pouch (at this loud, smoky party) and telling Carrie that the baby's name is "Isabell, two l's, no 'e'," like Carrie was going to be engraving her name on jewelry in the near future or writing a check to her that night or something. Pretentious, much? Then M&G introduce Dawn and Grace, a couple of women who "just got married in Hawaii." Dawn is played by Alanis Morissette. Alanis walks to Carrie's side and expositions that her recent marriage ceremony was better than her first; she had been married to Garth. Garth explains that they were married for a year, and were "high on E for most of it." Dude, you were married to Alanis! Of course we assumed hallucinogenic drugs played a major role. Then Garth introduces Carrie to the gang's "token straight friend, Joel." Ah, but even Joel isn't all that straight because the first words out of his mouth to Carrie are, "Are you wearing pleather?" Carrie thanks him "for noticing." Um, why didn't he ask, "What's up with that big fugly flower?"
Then Carrie and Shawn are talking. Carrie asks him to explain for her, yet again, the histories and relationships of the people at the party. Basically, we're led to believe that most of the folks at the party slept/dated/lived with one another at some point in time, regardless of gender. Carrie's voice-over explains, "Gay, bi, straight. This party was a veritable pu-pu platter of sexual orientations." Because "pu-pu platter" is funny to hear and say. And because we're finally seeing those licentious, sexually ambiguous twentysomethings Carrie's been fretting about for the last twenty minutes. Except most of the party folk look to be Carrie's age or older. I mean, the actors playing Garth and Mark are both balding and Alanis looks, as usual, like she's been sucked through a narrow rusty pipe. Whatever.
An extra comes up with a wine bottle, exclaiming, "Time to play!" Shawn tells Carrie that the game is spin-the-bottle. Alanis appears between them and monotones, "Yes come play it's fun." Hey, Alanis, you oughtta know: Give up acting now. Even the baby playing Isabell-no-'e' could've read a cue card better than that.