Okay, my b.f. asked me if Cynthia Nixon is really preggers. She is, I said. And so is SJP. "Is that why she's wearing that hideous thing?" I love my boyfriend. And, yes, that's why.
Carrie is chit-chatting with Isaac Mizrahi. How great! I'd love to do that. She asks if anyone reads books anymore. Isaac predicts books will come back. "You can quote me on that!" Will do. Candy congratulates Carrie on a perfect party. Ben, the b.f., takes one look at Candy and says, "She's had work done. Her turkey neck is gone. Remember on Murphy Brown when she was rocking all those scarves?" Then he asks me, "What, are you writing that?" Yes, dear. Carrie grabs the last cupcake off a tray and relishes the atmosphere of her party. Then she sees him. You know. Him. When Ben sees Ron Livingston, he says, "Fuckin' A" -- you know, the last line of Office Space?
Anyway, the girlfriendless Jack makes his way across the room and says hello to Carrie, and that she looks great, and that his book party could have fit in the coat check of her party. Hi, she knows, and she knew that without even looking. He looks into her eyes searchingly, and says it's "nice seeing" her. She says, "Me too," and walks away. Wow, strong girl! It's almost unrealistic to see someone like Carrie not going for someone who's unavailable -- it's against character, really. After all, Big was nothing if unavailable, and Aidan was so available it drove Carrie insane. But good for her for learning and not making the mistake of trying to hook an involved guy. Of course, now I'm rooting for them to hook up, so what good am I?
Carrie strolls over to Char, who asks if that was "the spark guy." Yup. Sam lifts her veil (I almost didn't see her there!) and says he obviously came because he felt something too. Yeah, he felt it on his leg. Carrie asks if Sam "could call [her] from a cab and tell" her that. Her face! Sam says she knows, the "caterer just shooed [her] from the buffet", and can she go home now? Carrie says she thought Sam would never ask. Oy, the mean-as-nice jabber isn't pleasing to me. Sam says she "wouldn't go out in public like this for anyone" but Carrie. How sweet! Carrie says she knows, and she "has to live with that." Well, this makes up for all the Ron Livingston sweetness that made me barf earlier. ["And, because it bears repeating: SHUT UP, CARRIE. Kee-rist." -- Sars]
Carrie and Char talk. Carrie wishes Jack had told her up front, or earlier, that he had a g.f. Carrie? You JUST MET HIM, and you hung out for like fifteen minutes -- it's not his fault. You're crushed and dejected, but your feelings are your own. He's not responsible for them. Char says that there are some things people don't say because they don't like the way they sound, like "I'm getting divorced." Carrie says she's lonely: "The loneliness is palpable." You can be alone in a crowd, even at your own party, but for the love of God, remember that feelings are temporary -- and if they aren't, there's pharmaceuticals. Just a tip from the girl that has to recap The Anna Nicole Show. ["Hey, you asked for that gig." -- Sars] Interrupting the boring, morose reverie is Candy. She rushes over and demands to know why Carrie invited HIM. You know, her him. The him that has another her. The him that lets Candy feel like she has it all. It's some guy named Cliff, a sports anchor, and his other she is on his arm. Candy enunciates, "I'm very angry!" before scuttling away, hiding behind waiters and short partygoers. Heh. Char asks who that was, and Carrie says wanly, "My role model."