Sam sips a milky-looking cocktail and hails Jerry. She's drinking an Absolut Hunk! Her honey is a cock-tail! Ew, it's milky. That's so blatantly obscene. And not at all appetizing. Jerry is wearing a knit cap, hiding out. Sam pulls the hat off so "people can see" him. Jerry isn't happy with all the vodka-related publicity. "My sober friends are mad at me for shilling booze, my acting class thinks I'm a sellout, and my mom is running to every grocery store in Seattle hiding magazines so my grandmother doesn't see my dick." Sam counters, "Drunks, nobodies, prudes." So, now even his own GRANDMOTHER can't see his cock? And we, the audience of a show called Sex & The City, which features female nudity regularly, also don't get to see it? So, we're just like a grandma in Seattle? Thanks. Thanks a lot. Jerry would be happier, but he's not getting auditions and "nothing's happening." Then, Jerry gets toasted by ten or so smiling gay men, all sipping milky cocktails. Ew. Well, at least it isn't dripping off their chins. Sam purrs, "First come the gays, then the girls, then the industry." Oh, boy.

Charlotte's on another blind date, this time with a gay man. He suggests they drop the pretense since they both know he's gay, and the only person who doesn't know he's gay is his mom. And his type? The Absolut Hunk. God, that placement is getting a lot of screen time. I mean, good for them, yay vodka, glug glug glug. Char says that A.H. is straight, and he says his brother will be so disappointed. Oy.

And speaking of oy, Char goes to synagogue and runs into a Jewish mother who hasn't had a chance to properly foist her offspring onto Char yet. The next single-and-mingle night, okay! And her son is indeed handsome -- she shows Char, and us, a picture in her wallet -- so maybe it'll work.

Miranda rushes through the door, screeching, "Is he awake? Is he awake?" No, Brady went to sleep about an hour ago. Mir sits down, fighting back tears, and gets to work on the MacKenzie brief. God, that would suck. Babies are so great.