God help me from these awful "comedy" "bits." Carrie opens the door to Alek's apartment, and Brady toddles inside. Instantly, he heads for the most delicate, smashable thing -- the crystal vase with daffodils inside -- and smashes it. Then, the alarm keeps sounding, and the baby keeps crying. Carrie? Stop whining and saying, "Ooh! ooh! What what what what!" Because she can't remember the alarm code. Four numbers are really hard to remember, yo. Alek comes in from his studio and rescues her, then plays with Brady until he giggles and squeals in that totally adorable baby way. Carrie says seeing Alek with a baby was "disarming." Yeah, men who are good with kids are rare.

It's the honeymeh! Miranda and Steve lounge in bed, nude. Hey, I forgot Steve had such a hot body! Hello there. What an ass. You could bounce a quarter off that thing. Mir says, "That was really great. Now what?" Steve laughs and says they should just lay there and relax. Oh, boy. That is so not Miranda's style. So she gets up to unpack. Steve flips over, and though I rewind and pause the TiVo forever, I do not see his package. Just that wonderful ass of his. Mir is distraught to see that there's no TV or radio. Then she calms down. There's a CD player, with a CD. She puts it on and it's so bad, it's almost whale songs. It's practically womb noises. It's some kind of pan flute hybrid dedicated to the mountain which they are presently atop. You know, if I were stranded on my honeymeh and I was a type-A person like Miranda, which I am, I would be thanking god that I packed ten books with me. Why didn't Miranda pack ten books with her? Or at least the backlog of New Yorkers (not New York) lying around? I mean, come on. Vacation means books. At the TWoP recapper's summit, I roomed with Gustave, and we each packed three books and then traded with each other for our trips home. And we each had magazines, and tabloids. I still have his copy of Running With Scissors, which I really enjoyed. So, Miranda? Come on. You're a smart woman. Well, listening to that music is probably lowering the IQ of the room. Then, she really panics: She forgot her cell phone charger. Steve says she doesn't need it. Um, what about the baby? You know, checking in? Oh well, it's just a show.