After the action cools at the stock market, Carrie heads over to meet the girls in "the fashionable meat market," a.k.a. the meat-packing district. Carrie says her morning was so exciting, it "almost made [her] want to invest in something." Sam says she loves the stock exchange: "All those sweaty men yelling, trying to get it up." Heh. Miranda says wisely that she doesn't invest anymore; "it's too volatile." Two words: Real estate. The investment that will surely pay off. My hot tip to you, dear reader. Charlotte says Carrie's stock is hot, and she bought some yesterday. Carrie asks if it was expensive, and Char laughs that it was "cheap." Carrie says, "Well, I NEVAH." Miranda cackles. Shout-out? Menus arrive, and Mir says dryly that $20 for a hamburger is "reasonable." Sarcasm, y'all. Sam goes on a mini-rant that her 'hood has become too "sanitized": from no smoking in bars ("what's next, no fucking in bars?") to the arrival of Stella McCartney and Alexander McQueen. "The only designer whose name should be in the meat packing district is Oscar Meyer." Wow. Now, if Sam wasn't a woman who loved glamorous designer clothes and knew the shops of 57th Street blindfolded, this anti-corporate-takeover rant might make more sense. But Sam just wants things the way they were: smoky, quiet, and $12 per hamburger. Char says, "That's what's great about New York! There's always a new neighborhood, a new restaurant..." Carrie adds, "A new man!" Spill it, sister-friend. She's going on a proper first date with Berger. I guess we're not supposed to wonder about how they reconciled after the disastrous weekend in the Hamptons -- and frankly, I'm not going to be all Comic Book Guy about it and care. They moved on and got over the squicky part and are going on a date Friday night. Char squeaks with glee, and Mir says that "it's all fun and games until someone has a CHILD." Hee. Everyone ignores her, and Carrie says she "feels like a girl of 35 again." Say it with me, everyone: Awww. Char says Carrie should "find out his bottom line right up front," because she didn't know Harry wouldn't get serious about a woman who wasn't Jewish. Sam says she doesn't get it: "What kind of man passes up pussy for Purim?"