Cut to lunch with the girls. Mir is furious about the gift of a smelly candle. "It was an aromatherapy candle, for serenity and calm. I was a lot more calm before the fucking candle." Hey, at least it wasn't that goddamn loganberry they're always trying to pass off at the Yankee Candle Company. What the hell is a loganberry, anyway? Sam intones that "women with candles have replaced women with cats as the new sad thing." I'm sure she means "in excess of three cats and ten candles per room." I did know one woman with a lot of candles. She said it was her "ritual" to get home from work and light them all. I don't know if she ever, say, used one to light a bong with, but she probably could have. Make that "should have." Carrie thinks it's totally unnecessary to make nice with Debbie, but Char says that there is "a child involved." Mir says that Debbie is using Brady to get to her, and she's "not falling for it!" Carrie picks up the cue and starts talking about her trapeze experience. She loved it, but when it came time to let go and be caught, she froze. Sam says she's "insane for getting into a harness without even a hope of getting laid." Ah, Sam. Don't you ever get tired of being like that?

Then, Harry and his best man Howie Halberstram from Portland come up to the table. Harry says they aren't "crashing." He just brought the proofs from the photo shoot, and the seating arrangement, and then he's off to drop off the invitations at the calligrapher. Howie cracks, "And then we're going around the corner to look for our balls." The girls crack up. Harry introduces all the girls, then says to Carrie, "Nice guy, I see you two happening." Carrie is all, "Oh. Oh!" Yeah, no pressure or anything. Carrie says she's busy after lunch, with her "flying trapeze thing," and takes his business card. He departs, and Mir asks what's wrong with Carrie, since he was cute and funny. Carrie says he's only in town for a week, and with an "expiration date" on it, she can't. "It's expiration dating." Sam says, "it's fun, it's a fling...it's just sex!" Carrie says she's "too old for a fling." She can barely "do a swing." And she's off to write about how she "couldn't do a catch." Char screeches, "He is a catch!" Sam says, "You should do him." I guess she never does get tired of being like that.