Credits. Cha, cha-cha, cha-cha. Cha, cha-cha, cha-cha. Cha, cha-cha, cha-cha, cha-cha, whee, go xylophone! Splashy bus! Cha cha cha.
An elevator door opens, revealing Carrie inside. She's wearing a rather farm-girlish red dress with white polka-dots. It's demure, even though she's rocking bumping cleavage. She's got a cream-and-black overnight bag in hand (I have a Puma one I love) and proceeds to an apartment door. The VO lists "important firsts in a girl's life" -- this is the first time she's seeing Berger's apartment. I cross my fingers for her that he's not a slob.
The door opens, and they kiss. His place looks great, with exposed brick on one wall, a neatly made bed, a great, well-equipped kitchen, and a neat stack of CDs and books on the desk. So fucking neat and tidy. Carrie chirps "nice!" a lot, then says she's relieved. "Nothing in here says scary bachelor." Berger adds, "Except me." The music is far too cheery to indicate that. Gustave and I were hanging out one weekend, as we are wont to do, and watched snippets of two scary movies. One, a Lifetime movie about a charming and busy serial killer, and then the Johnny Depp Jack the Ripper thing, Like Hell. We noticed two sound choices in both these films: a keening, high-pitched singing. Does that mean "scary" in sound editing booths? I wish I could provide an audio clip of the sound I'm thinking of. It was also liberally used in the movie Wild Things with Kevin "I'd Like A Side Of Him" Bacon. Let me try for you. Haaaaaaaa! Haaaa-aaaaaaaaaah! Gustave and I kept doing that all weekend long whenever things got a little bit eerie. And if Carrie were in a slasher flick instead of this breezy fashionista-centered comedy, maybe we'd be hearing that sound now. It isn't, and we're not, but what happens next does change the tone a bit. Berger says he can't take credit for the decor in his place; "that's Lauren." Carrie states what she thinks is the obvious. "Ralph Lauren?" No. Berger's ex-girlfriend Lauren. She's a decorator. Carrie sags the teeniest bit and, making giant air-quotes with her long fingers, says, "Please. You have a 'decorator,' I have a 'decorator.' Do we need to have the ex-decorator conversation now?" Berger says "got it" and kisses her. Fade to black.
Post-coitus, I presume, Carrie and Berger settle in to sleep. He's all, "Welcome to my apartment, night," and then a chorus of crickets and a gulping frog starts up. The hell? Berger is a "troubled sleeper," and this is his audio sleep aid. Carrie is appalled. Then a bird calls. She says, "I feel like I'm camping. I'm not a big fan of camping." Berger says he'll make s'mores for her in the morning, then says the tape was a gift from Lauren. He tries to go on about it and her and his sleep issues, but Carrie shushes him. Then he says, "After a while you won't even hear it." She VOs that she "hopes he means his ex-decorator's name."
Ah, the Empire State Building. We pan down to the sidewalk to see the four girls in high casual cocktail-party garb, heading into an apartment building. Sam and Miranda don't want to go to this party they're headed into, but Carrie and Charlotte want to "be supportive" since this "friend" tried to commit suicide -- even though it was "six Advil on an empty stomach."