Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Season 4 Episode 5 Ghost Town

So, if any of you watch Dr Who, or Buffy, or even Star Trek, you know there are monster-of-the-week episodes and then there are meaningful over-arching plot episodes, right?  Well, SATC has a similar episode style.  There are boyfriend-of-the-week episodes, and then there are episodes with a whole lotta character development.

This one is the latter.

No new boyfriends here. but a whole lotta re-introducing of old boyfriends here.

And speaking of old boyfriends, there's Steve! He's surprised Miranda outside a cafe and made her burn her tongue on her $7.50 coffee.  What a jerk!

"Geez you look great! How ya doing?" He inquires, Steve-like.  Steve is one of my favorites.  He's always so authentic.

"Good. You know, boring." Miranda is a little less authentic, although I absolutely love this response to small-talk.  Like, are you asking to fill time, or do you really want to know about my recent sex-strike?

But Steve has news! He's sending out invitations for... a bar opening?  He's opening his own bar.

Miranda is shook.  Well, she was excited until Steve's girlfriend, Jessica, from several episodes ago comes out of the cafe to "we" him. ("Oh, we'd love to see you there!") Hence, shook.

"She 'we'd" him, Carrie. Right in front of me." Miranda says over the phone to Carrie a few minutes later at work.

"Miranda, I'm still asleep. How can you have had an emotional mini drama already?" Carrie sleeps till noon, half of Manhattan has emotional mini-dramas before she wakes up.



Miranda is upset because it was -her- idea for Steve to open his own bar. (when exactly did she suggest this?) She wants to know where his drive came from all of the sudden. He wasn't ambitious when he was with her.

Carrie tries to talk her down, "Well, maybe you inspired him. Maybe he named it 'Miranda's' or 'Hobb's Nob'" I can't get over what a great name Hobb's Nob would be for a bar.

"He named it Scout, after his dog." Well, Miranda, perspective: if you had never told him that you didn't want to have a baby with him, he wouldn't have gotten the dog to save your relationship.

Miranda doesn't want to go to the opening, and Carrie convinces her that since she and Steve are friends, she should go to support her friend. Miranda then coaxes Carrie to come with her, and she agrees.

"Of course, absolutely.  That's what friends are for--

--FORGET IT. Not going." Carrie slams her invitation on the  brunch table in the next scene.

"To what?" Sam asks, and lifts the invitation to read it, "Steve Brady and-- Aiden Shaw?!"

"How did this happen?  Why are they even friends?!" Carrie is beyond annoyed.  She's Nettled.

Miranda explains that Aiden is Steve's Silent partner. (then why is his name on the invitation?) Sam asks why she wasn't invited, and Carrie gives up her invitation to her.

"Come on, it's a big party, you probably won't even see him." Miranda tries.

"It's not a party.  It's a parade of our failed relationships." Carrie's got a point.

Charlotte thinks it's a good thing that Aiden invited Carrie-- that he wants to be friends with her.  But Carrie is not convinced.  Sam still wants to go, and Miranda is nice about it.  Miranda mentions Sam's lesbian lover du jour, and Sam is a little iffy on inviting the missus.

"All we ever do is lie around, take baths together and talk about feelings."

Charlotte is verbally rolling her eyes, "I think they call that a relationship."

"I don't know how you people do it.  All that emotional chow-chow, it's exhausting." says Sam.

"I know," Miranda adds, "Don't you just hate that?"

"Women." Carrie ends.

In an effort to get out of the bathtub, Sam invites Maria out to a bar with her that night. Only the bartender knows Sam, you know, biblically. And so does some rando. And they've both propositioned her in front of Maria, and it is really uncomfortable.  In fact, Maria has no idea how much sex with random men Sam used to have, and it is becoming a huge sticking point.

In the bath later on, Maria asks Sam how many men she's slept with. Sam turns the question on her,

"How many women have you slept with?"

"12" Maria responds plainly

This silences Sam 'uh, this year?' Jones right up.
 ---
 Miranda hears some weird noises coming from the apartment above her and is frightened.  She thinks she has a gg-g-ghoooost!


She talks about it with the foursome, and all of them think ghosts are real.  It's pathetic. Sam advises her to calmly approach her -ghost- confront it and ask it to go away.  Cause that's how ghosts work.

Really though, it's just to tie the episode together.

The night of the event, Carrie comes over with a pack of oreos to comfort Miranda and it's sweet of her.
---

Charlotte has decided that it's time for Trey and her to go in on a new bed. Their old mattress is hard and uncomfortable, so she's looking for a new, softer, dust-ruffle-free one.

But, like everything, he's gone and told his mother about it, and she's taken it upon herself to try beds with them. It's really awkward.

Bunny is domineering, guiding her to hard, dust-ruffled monstrosities.  Char tries to point out new, softer, dust-ruffle-free styles.

"My dear child, you cannot not have a dust ruffle. It's unsightly!"

When Trey shows up late to the bed-shopping party, Bunny guides him to a nice and firm mattress with a dust-ruffle.

"Hello. This is comfy isn't it? Charlotte you really must try this." He says to Charlotte's chagrin.

pictured: Charlotte's chagrin.

"I was thinking more on the lines of--"

"Oh Charlotte for heaven's sake, get in." Bunny demands and they all lay side-by-side in the bed in the worst three-some you can imagine.  An absolute nightmare for Charlotte.


Later that day, Charlotte realizes how much of her life is being haunted by Bunny, and the mattress shopping really was the least of it.

"Your mother decorated this entire apartment, didn't she?" Charlotte approaches Trey, decoy in hand.

"Of course. Mother does all our houses." Trey says it like that's normal.

"I should have known." She's horrified again. "Plaid, and, and the mallards."

"You don't like them?" Trey is really dumb.

"No! It's like we live in the Museum of Natural Ugliness!" Charlotte then suggests, in the name of 'fresh starts' that she should decorate the apartment to better suit her-- uh I mean their tastes.  Trey isn't sure, because decorating is expensive, but he trusts her and I think we're all grateful for that.

That apartment really is the worst. It's where plaid goes to die.

Instead of just deciding it on his own and that being that, he announces that he has to talk to Bunny about it next day.  But he wakes up with a cold and can't.  She pretty much moves in at this point to take care of his son and I just get the worst vibe from these two.

Move over Charlotte! there can be only one lady in this guy's life!

She won't take it lying down in the hardest most dust-ruffled bed in history. She stands up to Bunny and tells her that they're redecorating. And also asks her to stop rubbing vapo-rub all over his chest since he has a new woman in his life who can rub vapo-rub all over his chest.

Bunny is all threatened with her hackles up. "I've been in this house far longer than you have-- and unlike you, I never left!"

Charlotte is unfazed.  She finally confronts her ghost and asked her to leave.

Well, it kind of worked.  A week or two later, Bunny bombards her way through their apartment and into the bedroom-- to find Charlotte sitting on Trey's dick, on a dust-ruffle-free bed! And she is horrified! Either by the dust-ruffle-free bed or the sex, no one knows! But, no more unannounced visits from Bunny!


--
Speaking of confronting ghosts:

At Sam's, in the middle of the night, that rando from the bar earlier comes to Sam's apartment hoping to score.  Maria is there and she's pissed.  I would be too, cause he takes one look at Maria and Sam and suggests they make him a sandwich or something.  gross.  After Sam politely declines his offer to have a sandwich made for him, he refuses to leave until Maria shouts at him through the closed door.

And finally Maria has to confront Sam's ghosts:

"You let men come to your door like this in the middle of the night?"

"Let it go it's all in the past!" Sam is in denial.

"No! It's not in the past. It's serving us drinks, It's on the answering machine. It's at your door in the middle of the night."


Sam responds, "This might come as a shock to you, but I used to have sex with men."

"This man was here for nothing but sex." Maria states.

"Yes. Which I used to enjoy and haven't had much of since I got into this relationship."

Maria's got her hackles up now.  They seem to be having two entirely different conversations here, or at least two understandings of what sex means in a relationship.

Sam is still talking about all the sex she's missing since she got into the relationship-- that she wants passion and fireworks.  So, passionately, Maria goes to her kitchen cupboards and one-by-one smashes her plates on the floor.

"Do you want fireworks?!" she shouts as she breaks them."You can have fireworks!"

"Those are my plates!" Sam shouts back.

"These are not your plates. You don't even cook!" Maria wins the episode with that line.

--
oh geez, I've forgotten about Carrie in all of this.

Carrie decides that she should at least offer Aiden something as a gesture of peace since she unequivocally is not going to the opening, but wants him to know that she knows that he's extended friendship.


 She just doesn't want to be a dick about it.  She goes to Scout to find Steve there and gives him a Mulberry plant, you know cause the bar's on Mulberry street, and to talk to him about Aiden.

Steve reveals shocking news that it wasn't Aiden who invited her, but Steve. He wanted Miranda to have a friend for support.  At that, Carrie is done with the whole thing.  She hears Aiden in the back and high tails it out of there.

"Carrie!" Steve yells at her as she's leaving.  She's a runner.

At this point, Miranda returns the favor and comes over to comfort Carrie about her ghosts.

And actually I think this was supposed to take place in the same scene as before cause it's clearly Miranda's apartment, and they're still eating oreos but it can't be the same scene cause days have gone by.

But anyway, Carrie-ing on, Carrie starts off by being embarrassed about her behavior at the bar earlier. Running away and stuff.  Miranda asks her how the bar looked.

Miranda is trying to feel happy for Steve-- but it isn't in her, or them, to feel happy for people that aren't the foursome.

Miranda continues, complaining that her life is the same as it always was-- you know, boring-- while Steve has completely moved on with his "own bar, his own Jessica"

Then Carrie points out that Miranda has a ghost and not everyone has one of those!

I wonder if it's the owner of the old abandoned salt mine?

Miranda points out that Carrie has TWO ghosts:


Carrie's afraid that what she did to Aiden is unforgivable, and will haunt her the rest of her life.

"And there's nothing I can do about it."

"Sure there is! Come to the party!"

"Aiden didn't invite me."

"Steve's a good guy, he wouldn't have invited you if it wasn't OK with Aiden."

Carrie asks if Miranda might still have feelings for Steve, and Miranda doesn't take a beat, "no. god. no."


And then Miranda asks the same, about Aiden, and Carrie isn't sure, but that mumbling mouth of hers says so much.

Don't do it Carrie.  Aiden's too nice a guy to shit all over again.

--

Sam gets a caller at a more reasonable time of day.  It's Maria, with a present for Sam.  It's a strap-on! Cause Sam misses dick so much.

But it doesn't work-- "The strap on, or the relationship?" Miranda asks at the opening later on.

"both." Sam responds with a very stiff neck.

You know, there's only two ways to get a neck injury.  :wink:


Carrie parts ways with Sam and Miranda, heading outside to get a smoke and standing behind the door smoking a cigar is Aiden.  He got a haircut, started an exercise routine and looks seriously good.

She's juggling a piece of cake, her cigarette, and a drink, and no way to eat her cake.


She should take lessons from Kramer.

"Is that all you could carry Carrie?" he's smooth now too.

"I can't eat my cake." She says lamely.

Aiden takes her cake and starts to feed it to her.

"Now you got your fingers all in it!"

So, he takes a bite of it.

"That's my cake!" She protests.

"So now you want the cake?"

"I never not wanted it."

"Ok lady you take the cake." He says as he feeds it to her all sexy-like.

This show has layers!

"You cut your hair." Carrie tries to flirt with him.

"You have frosting on your lip." Aiden says, preemptively shutting this whole thing down.

Steve comes out to gather his silent partner from the alley.

Carrie is left a little less sure of her being over Aiden. And I find myself annoyed with her again.  It's like a buzzing at this point-- just inside my ears. She's so annoying.

That's the end of that one.  In our next episode, Carrie tries to get back together with him and comes off like a crazy chick.  So, that'll be embarrassing for her.

Can't wait.

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Season 4 episode 4 What's Sex Got to Do With It?

When we last left Carrie, she was really excited about dating a Jaaaazz Musician. And Mr. Big was being a Big Asshole.  Charlotte and Trey were planning on maybe having sex in their own bed this time, in order to eventually have sex in a taxi: Where God Intended. Sam is a lesbian now, dating a really feisty, fun, Portuguese artist.  And Miranda.  Poor Miranda.  She's always the one in the sex slump.  This is actually one of my favorite episodes of Miranda's.  It is iconic.  It perfectly describes Miranda in a nutshell.

But before we get to the fun stuff, we have to slog through some sexy times with Carrie.

She and the Jazz musician are busier than Charlotte and Trey were in the last episode.  Carrie is enjoying herself, but the love man.  She's never had such good sex with anyone without loving them first.

And it's a problem, cause of course it is.

The bigger problem that I can see, is that he is constantly running from one thing to another. He has a billion instruments in his apartment that he can't actually play, and the music that's playing in the background is as shattered and unfocused as the *broken mirror he has hanging up on the wall.*   This guy is a MESS.

 At dinner with the gals, Carrie is complaining about how sexually compatible she is with the Jaaaazz Musician.  (I've changed his name from Pork Pie because reasons).  She's got the news tonight: The most mind-blowing orgasm she's ever had in her life.

Miranda, always the cheese, announces that she's on strike till conditions improve.  The only one being affected is her. womp womp.

Sam tops everyone by bragging about being a lesbian. Good for her.  Everyone is just stunned, not necessarily about the lesbian thing, but that she used the word "relationship."

Sam does not do relationships, just like Joey doesn't share food.  It is known.



 She reminds them to kindly wipe the shock off their faces cause here comes Maria from off scene.  "I see you told them," she says out of the side of her mouth.  I see Sam's friends forgot to wipe the shock off their faces.

whoops.

Miranda, Charlotte and Carrie go off into the night to rudely gossip about Sam's apparent change of sexuality.  They have some not-so-nice and slut-shamey things to say about it.

"How does that work?  You go to bed one night, and wake up the next morning, and poof you're a lesbian?" The SEX COLUMNIST asks.  She should know that, huh, yeah!  Some people's sexuality is mutable.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm a fire hydrant." Miranda forgot to include a punchline.

"yeah, I'm a shoe.  I always wanted to be one and, poof, now I am." Carrie doesn't have a soul.  She couldn't possibly be shoe.

These aren't sexual orientations.  You're part of the problem.

"I don't think she's a lesbian.  I think she just ran out of men." Charlotte you can do better.  I know you can.

"When you go on strike, you don't eat pussy!" Miranda shocks everyone.  Maybe if she did go on a few dates with women, conditions would improve.

Carrie ties everything together with the meat of her annoyance-- SHE had the big news of the night.  Her mind-blowing orgasm should be the talk of the town.  This is mind-numbing.  No one curr, Carrie.

--

Later that night, Trey and Charlotte meet at the foot of the marital bed to see if Trey can get it up.

Turns out, he can.

whoot!

Now that the penis problems are behind them, Charlotte wants to move back in.  She can't just broach the subject so she asks what he's thinking.

"I'm thinking I've never seen my John Thomas so hard."  I'm thinking John Thomas has got to be the funniest euphemism for penis I've ever heard.

"What were you thinking?" He asks as Charlotte secretly regrets wanting to move back in, I bet.

 "I dunno.  Should I... Do you... Are we ready to-"

"-Go again? Houston we don't have a problem."

As Trey's John Thomas re-enters Charlotte's orbit, Charlotte is deflated.

 ---

Carrie is in her apartment, shirtless.  She's brushing her teeth and the Jaaaaazz Musician rings her bell.  But just then, the phone rings.  It's Sam.  She's offended that they went off and talked about her and Maria for several blocks the other night.  Sam is deeply hurt that they don't take her seriously, it's not about the sex of the person, it's the person of the person.


"She's got passion, intelligence--"

"--a vagina?" Carrie interrupts.

"oh, vagina shmagina!" Sam makes light.

"shmagina, is that what the lesbians are calling it?!" Carrie can't help herself.

Sam defends herself, saying that she and Maria haven't even had sex yet, and then says something that she'll come to regret: "Life is not all about sex."  And Carrie counters, "tell that to her shmagina."  She does have a point.

 As Sam explains that her new relationship is important to her, the Jaaaazz Musician enters the apartment and starts going down on Carrie. It's super rude.  Like, dude, stop.  She's on the phone.

Sam sort of notices something is off, but after a half-hearted/half-moaning assurance from Carrie, she continues talking about her girlfriend.

--

Carrie, next day, writes in her little laptop about sex and relationships.  They seem inversely related.  Or not.  fuck that.

It still doesn't solve her intimacy problem.  She decides to have a conversation with her fuck buddy, the Jaaazz Musician (is that getting old yet?).  You know, now that I think about it, turning him into a  fuck buddy would be the PERFECT solution in all of this.  He clearly doesn't know how to hold a conversation with Carrie without changing the subject a hundred times, and Carrie's clitoris seems to think he's the one.

And he seems a much better fuck buddy than her previous one:

RIP: Carrie's fuck buddy.
--

Speaking of fuck buddy, Sam and Maria finally make love on each other.

Well, it doesn't start off that well, Sam moans her way down to Maria's boceta (that's Portuguese for pussy, and a quick googling shows it *actually is* Portuguese slang for pussy.  weird.), and Maria admonishes her: "this is not a porno flick" and then teaches Sam the right way to make love to her. 

As you do.

--

Miranda is meanwhile attempting to control her sexual desire by ordering chocolate desserts.  She is shocked when the waiter tells her the price of one cake is $74.50.  At that price, you might as well just pay for sex. ><

So, she decides instead to buy a box of cake mix and frosting courtesy of Betty Crocker.

Then the fun music starts, and we get a great montage switching between Miranda eating slice after slice of her cheap yummy cake, Trey and Charlotte fucking all over their apartment ("Trey I'm on the Mallard!"), and Carrie and the Jazz Musician porking.

--

The next morning, to Carrie and Miranda, Charlotte is complaining about how Trey won't ask her to move back in. "We make love all over the apartment and then in the morning I get up and get in a cab and go home just like a Park Avenue Hooker." ahem, Pork Avenue.

Miranda asks why she can't bring it up.

"No! We've finally got the penis working, I don't want to scare it!"

Carrie tells her friends that they need to talk to Sam about her relationship, since she was so miffed about them not taking it seriously last time.

"Oh please!" Charlotte balks, "She's not having a relationship, she's just doing this to bug us."


As far as Carrie knows, Sam hasn't had sex yet.  She says as much, that it must be serious. But as soon as Sam walks up and Charlotte asks about her relationship, Sam dives right into very vivid details about her new sex life with Maria.

I am just rolling here with amusement:

"Did you know that when a vagina gets engorged, it expands to the size of a fist? It's like a fabulous cave..."

"I guess they've had sex." Miranda comments.

 "...And we have *three* holes down there!" Sam continues.

"Ok, stop talking about your relationship." Charlotte pumps the breaks.

"But it's fascinating!  There are places a dick just can't go!"  Sam explains.

"Well some dicks manage just fine." Carrie says.

"Please, Maria has ten dicks." Sam waves her fingers around.

"I'm sorry a finger is not a dick." Carrie reminds Sam that she took basic anatomy at one point in her life.

"Yes, a finger is more like a third of a dick, so technically Maria has 3 and a third dicks." Miranda recounts her fingers to be sure.

"I can tell you right now that this:" Sam mimes a penis going straight in with a sad expression on its face, "is not the same as this." Swirling finger with an interested fun look on its face.

Charlotte's face has gone from morbid curiosity, to shock, to disgust, and she waves Sam's fingers away.

I just have one thing to say about this whole conversation. Men have fingers too.  And tongues, and palms, and any number of things that women have.  There *are* some things that women have that men don't, that are quite amazing in their own right, but Sam didn't mention them and it makes me roll my eyes a little bit.  For how entertaining she is describing her sex-life, she isn't even saying the most fun, shocking things she *could be* saying.

Just sayin'.

--
Like I said, Carrie tries to get to know the Jaaaaazz Musician, and he changes the subject about a thousand times. It is frustrating.  She realizes that her clitoris' pick for 'the one' is someone suffering with ADD.

I'm not getting into that throwaway line.  I don't know enough about ADD to make jokes about it, so I won't.  I know people who actually have it don't like it being taken lightly, so I won't.

Suffice to say, Carrie can't even have a conversation with him, so she asks him to "play her" and he's more than willing to keep their relationship all about sex.

...Until the next morning, when he offers her water but then goes to play a banjo instead.  She nopes right out of there and narrator Carrie talks about enjoying music with a tune she can sing to.

--
Charlotte is not willing to keep her relationship all about sex either.  She mentally gives Trey one last time to bring up the moving in thing, and instead he asks her to measure his John Thomas. "What? No!"  She escapes the room in disgust to go take a shower.

Narrator Carrie sums it up nicely as horror opera music plays in the background, "As Charlotte lathered up, she really started to get lathered up.  Who did he think he was? He was her husband and she was his wife. What the hell was going on in this upper east side nightmare!?"

Hair soaked and sudded, Charlotte runs back to the bedroom and starts lashing out at Trey:

"Trey!" She barks him awake, "I'm tired of being married to your penis!  I'm a person and this is supposed to be a relationship! And I am done walking on eggshells! ooooh don't talk about moving in in front of the penis cause it might go soft. The penis likes this, and the penis doesn't like that and the penis wants to be measured!"

"Well, it was just a thought." Trey says lamely.

"Well here's another thought! You can shove this marriage up your ass!"

"Charlotte don't go."

"No. I'm going home... I hope you and your penis have a very lovely night!"
---

Finally Miranda has reached her end. She is so absolutely sick of herself.  She has eaten more than half of the chocolate cake and decides to throw it in the garbage.  But right on the top.  So she sneaks back into the kitchen and pulls a George Costanza:



Finally Miranda calls Carrie's machine (she's still knee deep in the Jaaaaazz Musician) to tell her that she's just eaten cake out of the garbage, "You'll probably need this information when you check me into the Betty Crocker Clinic."  Then she squirts Dawn all over the top of her garbage, thoroughly ruining her chocolate cake.

She finally relents, ends the strike and brings out her trusty vibrator.  This is confusing, what the hell does masturbating have to do with not going on dates with men?  Whatever.

And why couldn't she just eat the rest of the cake?  treat yo self!
--

Trey comes to Charlotte's door and asks her to move back in with him. It's sweet.

"I talked it over with my penis and we both agree. I don't want to lose you again. Charlotte York MacDougall, will you remarry me?"

"Yes Trey MacDougall I will remarry you."


That's the end.

Hope you all have a lovely Galentine's day next week! <3

Friday, February 2, 2018

Season 4 Episode 3 Defining Moments

So at this rate, it might just take me a year to get through this season. I like to do them when the kids are gone and the husband is either at work or sleeping, so it can be tough to fit it in once a week.  DH took a few days off for a cold, and there went two whole weeks of opportunities for me to sit down and do this.  Not because I didn't want to, I just didn't have the opportunity.

So, enough excuses!

Carrie and Big are going out on the town together, having a ball.

Wait a minute-- :record scratch: -- did we go back in time a season and a half?  No?

Carrie and Big are just friends now?

That question mark there is incredibly loaded.

So, I guess after some birthday balloons and a lobotomy, Carrie thinks Big is a positive force for good in her life now.

At the end of their we're-just-friends-now-I-promise-non-date, Mr. Big is edging himself up her stoop, as the kids call it, and she is resisting.  He acquiesces, and they banter a bit.  It's cute.

--

Charlotte and Trey meanwhile are going to parties and restaurants all over town and Charlotte is allowing Trey all up in her stoop (and in her parlor, which I hear is what the rich kids are into). Better than Tide Pods for sure.  They are being completely obscene and inappropriate all over Manhattan.  It's hot.  Charlotte is trying to enjoy her new love life, but is confused about the state of her relationship with him. Also she can't enjoy it because it isn't missionary in bed.

"This is a very happy development" Carrie says when Charlotte brings everything up at brunch the next day.

"No, No it's not. We're not even together anymore!" Charlotte complains.

"Doesn't sound that way to me." Miranda says plainly.

"We're supposed to be getting to know each other again, not, not--"

Sam interrupts: "-fucking against a hand dryer?"

"It's so confusing," Charlotte continues, "Are we dating or are we back together? Is he my boyfriend or my lover? Or My ex-husband whom I have sex with occasionally with in coat rooms?"

"I'm going with 'D' all the above." Carrie advises.

Sam brings a bit of good advice, "Who cares what you are, just enjoy it!"

But she can't.  She wants to define what they have together.  For all the fucking they're doing around town, they still haven't managed to do it in their marital bed where all the problems started.

Carrie brings up that she went out on the town with Big last night and Miranda nearly has a conniption, she goes full-on sarcasm mode and I'm right with her.  Carrie is so so defensive, clearly she wouldn't mind letting Big up in her parlor, and Miranda sees right through her denial.

Carrie doesn't think she needs to define her relationship with Big, you know, since Charlotte didn't have to, but Miranda won't have it: "Charlotte married the guy."

"We're undefinable!" Carrie is fighting three negative Nellies (and me).

"She's sleeping with him." Sam enters full-on sarcasm mode as well.

 "No." I guess if my friends were being real with me when I was stuck in a fantasy, I'd be a little annoyed with them too.

"It's a slippery slope Carrie." Miranda tries.

"Yeah, who knows? We might actually :gasp: have fun!" Carrie has entered full-on sarcasm mode as well.

"Have fun, just don't have amnesia!" Sam figuratively slaps Carrie on her bottom.

Speaking of lesbians.

Sam, Charlotte, and Miranda are at a lesbian art show.

While Miranda and Charlotte are complaining about Miranda's new boyfriend, Jim Gaffigan, and his lack of boundaries, Sam is getting hit on by the lesbian artist.  She's a Portuguese lady named Maria who is smitten by Sam.

Well, Sam is annoyed that all the pieces were bought out from under her, and so Maria invites Sam to her studio to pick one out herself.

nice.
--

So, I wanted to chat about Miranda's boyfriend here.  It's one of the most memorable boyfriends she has, and it is effing hilarious because apparently I'm twelve and bathroom humor appeals to me.

It's funny that he is so memorable, because all told, I think he has half a line.

Miranda, Ms. Boundaries, is dating Mr. No Boundaries.  He pees in front of her.  She'll be brushing her teeth and he'll whip it out and just start peeing. In the toilet at least, but it is driving her up the wall.

Her friends suggest she lighten up.  Which is all well and good, but I don't think that it is good advice at ALL.  Miranda ends up doing her own pee-pee business with the door open once, but this seems to escalate her problem.

While she's making coffee in the last scene with him, he full on takes a poo while he's talking to her from the open-door bathroom. GROSS.

And open-door dump is a dump-worthy offense!


--

Carrie ignores her friends' advise to be more cautious with Mr. Big.  They go out to a jazz club.  Carrie doesn't like Jazz, but she does like what she sees in the club.  There's a sexy bass player in a cheesy pork-pie hat that she's openly flirting with next to her ex.  Mr. Big is so not in the mood to share her.  He acts surly and annoyed.

At the end of the evening, Mr. Pork Pie suggests they all take a cab together rather than Mr. Big's car, and Mr. Big is having the worst attitude problem.

 "Cabs are bullshit," he says under his breath so only Carrie can hear.  She's trying to scrape together a halfway decent impression of herself for Mr. Pork Pie, and Big is open-door shitting all over it.

Big continues to sabotage Carrie by getting out of the cab at her stop, and Carrie is pissed.  She doesn't want Mr. Pork Pie to think that they're together.

Then Mr Big openly mocks him in front of her and she's livid.  It isn't a very nice side of Big, jealousy.

He's still trying to flirt with her and be silly, and she is full-on serious mode.

"We need to figure out what we're doing here." She demands.

"What are we doing?" He asks sarcastically.

"What are we?" She affirms.

"We're friends, how's that?" He's pretending he doesn't know what she is asking.

She pretends right back, "What kind of friends?" Here's a thought Carrie, Stop asking him and tell him what you want him to be in your life. Stop letting him lead and you define the relationship.

"Friends who listen to jazz, friends who eat pizza, friends who" He does an eyebrow dance here and it's infuriating, his tone.

She turns him down again, and he riffs on Mr. Pork Pie again.

"Carrie likes a jazz man!"

"I'm going upstairs."

"Suit yourself."  Then as she walks up to her door, he starts walking away scatting a jazz riff and laughing.  It's kinda like a cartoon.

Carrie gets a call a few minutes later, and it's from the jazz man.  Instead of saying hey when she answers, he puts the phone against a speaker playing jazz music.

So she can always associate him with robo calls and waiting-to-talk-to-a-human calls.

"When I hear this song, I think of you. I don't even know you. How fucked up is that?" He says rather than Hello.  What if she lives with her sister? You are batshit, guy.

She is taken in and smiling so wide.  "That's good." She says lamely.

-Someone- is on her other line, and Carrie switches over.  It's Mr. Big wanting to chat.  She says she can't, and he asks if someone is on the other line. She says there is.

"Pork Pie?" he asks.  And it is one of the few times in this episode I laugh -with- him and am not fuming at him.  I don't like Mr. Pork  Pie really at all.  I always kind of assume he doesn't smell very good.

And I really hate jazz.

But it isn't what he says, like so much of Mr. Big, it's HOW he says it.  But this time it was funny.

"Carrie likes a Jaaaaazz Musician."

"I'm hanging up!"

She gets back on with Mr. Pork Pie, and he invites her out on a date that weekend.  He makes sure to tell her NOT to invite Mr. Grumpy Pants, and Carrie actually defends Mr. Grumpy-- uh, I mean Mr. Big.  Either way, she's going out with Pork Pie -without- her ex, like a normal, functioning human being.

And immediately after they hang up, Mr Big rings in again.

"What do you like about him anyway?" He asks in lieu of an introduction.

"He knows when to say goodbye."

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Sam is at Maria the artist's house.  They are painting and making art together.  Sam was a little surprised by it, but Maria insisted.  She's a very funny, interesting character, and I have to admit that I like her.

Maria is kind of, sort of flirting with Sam. She's playfully making up Portuguese words and being fun.  When Sam shows off her wrecked manicure, and goes to wash her hands, Maria tries to come to the rescue. She holds Sam a little too closely, if you know what I mean.

Sam tells her kindly that she isn't a lesbian and isn't into women or relationships in general, but says that she does want to be friends with her and Maria agrees.

"In my country, a friend is someone who has a big heart and who buys a lot of my art."

"What's portuguese for working it?"

"Working it." :winky face:
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Charlotte and Trey are getting it on in the back of a taxi.  They are several blocks away from his apartment, but Trey can't wait.  They are heavily making out and Trey is insisting she take off her panties.

Charlotte immediately puts the breaks on.  She insist they can wait the "five stupid blocks" so they can do it in bed like normal people. And then she insensitively brings up his penis problems--

"Not in front of the driver!" Trey shh's his wife.

"No, you just wanted to have SEX in front of him!!" And she gets out of the cab and leaves him there.

Trey finally gets it though. He calls her up a little later and asks her, "So if we were to say, make love in my bed, can we still do it in a taxi?"

"We'll see."

"Alrighty then!"

It's a deal! Woohoo!


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In the final scene, everyone who's anyone is at the opening to a new restaurant.  Pork Pie is there with Carrie, and Sam is there with Maria.

Big is there with his new super-model girlfriend.  Now it's Carrie's turn to be a smidge jealous. But this woman is kind of an idiot.

Big introduces her, and I'll just transcribe the closed captioning cause it's just as funny as just hearing it:

"This is Sha." Big says.

"Sha?" Carrie asks.

"The Y is silent." YSha explains

Reminds me of this:

Sam comes up to Carrie, presumably, and says "Thank god you're here. I got the last table, let's go."

And then YSha says "Ok." And follows her with a perplexed Big, rolling his eyes, in tow.

It's so so awkward, the six of them at the same table.

Carrie asks for a refill on her wine, and as Pork Pie is reaching for the bottle, Big snatches it and starts filling up her glass. Pork Pie makes eye contact with Sam, who is following the entire scenario with irritation toward Big.

Pork Pie excuses himself from the table, "I'll be back."

Big mocks him at Carrie -again- and she leaves the table as well to follow Pork Pie to the bar.

Pork Pie has found himself a bowl of crab meat, and he's offering some to Carrie as she walks up.

For some reason everyone in this scene is calling Crab Meat "Meat Crab" and I can't get over it.

He tells her that the table is bad and he doesn't want to go back, and so they stick around at the bar for awhile.
 
It's a good plan, too, because some amount of time later, at the table Big is like, "Good thing we weren't fucking hungry." So you know they've been waiting awhile for food.

YSha goes to the bathroom and Sam takes the opportunity to make it real clear to Big how much of an ass he's being.

"So, just to, you know, get things straight, you and Carrie are just friends now, right? You're available?"  she has that twinkle that's a trap.

 "Yes Ma'am." He says, but he knows she's trouble.

"So, if you're just friends, What exactly do you think you're doing? Because that girl might come off like she's all strong and over it but she's fragile. And she's my best friend. So I suggest you back off."

Good Friend Sam.


"Can't we all get along?" Big makes me roll my eyes.

Sam says "excuse me" but what she really means is "fuck you." and she leaves the table.

Maria witnesses the exchange and is floored.  She follows Sam to tell her that she is gonna go, that she lied when she said she could just be friends with her.

"What I saw back there... You... You were magnificent... and I see where this is going and you don't do relationships and it would be very bad for me."

"So we can't even be friends?"


Maria reaffirms that she's way into Sam, but no, and goes into the bathroom to cry or pout or something.  Instead of going back to the bad table, Sam follows Maria into the bathroom. She stiffly turns Maria around like she's terrified and mannequinnly kisses Maria.  It's so stiff, but I guess that's supposed to be passion.

So, now Sam is a lesbian.

According to the show it's like that, anyway.  I'll never understand the way the media portrays this type of thing. A person can't just be bisexual: when they date women they're a lesbian, and when they go back to dating men they're straight. It's infuriating.

Meanwhile, YSha is in the other bathroom snorting coke.  She's neglected to lock the door and Carrie just walks right in.  YSha is not the least bit surprised, and offers a bit to Carrie who declines.  YSha asks if Carrie needs to actually, you know, use the facilities, and she doesn't.

"Oh thank god." Ysha says while she's pulling down her panties to pee in front of her.

And we've come full circle.

The episode ends right outside Carrie's house.  She and Mr Pork Pie are chatting and scatting (but not pooping).  They're talking about jazz and then they're kissing.

Narrator Carrie decides that what ultimately defines a relationship is another relationship.

Like, I guess so, but it isn't that precise.

Actually, it isn't like that at all.

Stay away from Big, Carrie.  He's bad for you.

That's all!  I really really hope to do another episode next week!