Carrie then tells us that she "tucked away her jeweled underwear and [her] inner model" and went back to her life as a real person. Some people would beg to differ with the "real" part. Most "real" column writers can't afford her apartment or buy $500 shoes on a whim. Carrie then struts around her bedroom wearing a red tank top and men's tightie whities pretending to model some more. I finish off the bottle of champagne I had sitting in my refrigerator and count the days until the next episode.