Carrie's getting gussied up to go to Bungalow 8 with her gay boyfriend. Aidan is all, ooh! Give me a beer. Then he notices her engagement ring on a chain around her neck. Oh, whatever! That's rude, in my opinion. If the ring didn't fit, she could get away with it. It seems like a flaunting of the ring without the symbolism of wearing it on the right finger. Aidan makes no comment, other than to say "cool!" at the news that Oliver is gay. And should he come with? She doesn't want him to. You need a key to get into Bungalow 8. He's all, "Give me a fucking break! Come on, why do you buy into that shit?" Because people are lame, dude. But sometimes it's nice to feel like you're in a part of a secret society (hi, Laurel! Thanks for the tape!). Albeit a society that pays $8 for a cocktail. She leaves, and Aidan reminds her to use her special key to get back in to their apartment.
Carrie and Oliver blow past the line waiting to get into the club. He says, "Oliver and date." She flips her hair. "I'm your date?" Yeah, his date that won't get laid. The place is full of faces, sipping drinks. So new and exciting! Except for the new and exciting part. Oliver macks on a handsome man who's angling for a pair of the new Prada sandals. I wonder if they're like the sandals Gustave bought when we went shopping in SoHo last year? Carrie seems to need some attention, and asks if there's food or if "food is so very last year." Well, it's not as over as, say, demanding your needs be met by the person you came with. Order something from the waiter and be done with it. But when she sees Oliver getting his neck rubbed, she says he's in the "middle of a spa session" and stomps off a la Tori Spelling. Oliver leaps to his feet, and Carrie says she left "a gorgeous man at home to come here and be your date," and that she's not sure why she's here. Um, to go out and have fun? I can't believe she's guilt-tripping this guy she just met. Did he hold a gun to her head? I thought Carrie had needs other than being the center of attention? Guess not. He apologizes for "neglecting her," and they kiss and make up. Stanford walks up and lambastes her for dating another gay man. "He doesn't love you like I do!" Stanford says he knew Carrie when "she took the subway and wore Candies." Hee! Carrie denies it, and Oliver is all, "Candies?" Carrie and Stanford kiss and make up, then Carrie has an epiphany -- her "single self life has a shelf life, and it just expired." So much for Bungalow 8. To the strains of Nancy Sinatra's "These Boots Were Made For Walking," Carrie walks out, and goes home to Aidan.