The four women were huddled under a heavy mahogany table at Balthazar , an establishment that usually served eggs Benedict with a side of judgment, but was currently serving pure, unadulterated panic.
“New York is tougher than it looks,” Big replied, stepping into the dim light of her hallway. 6.6 Sex and the City
That night, Big showed up at Carrie’s doorstep, windblown and smelling of expensive tobacco and adrenaline. He didn't have a witty remark or a grand gesture. He just looked at her. “You okay, kid?” he asked. The four women were huddled under a heavy
Miranda, ever the pragmatist, was staring at her Blackberry. “The subways are down. The bridges are closed. We are officially trapped on an island with eight million panicked people and a dwindling supply of premium vodka.” He didn't have a witty remark or a grand gesture
“I’ve always said New York is the city that never sleeps,” Carrie narrated, watching her half-full mimosa slosh rhythmically against the side of the flute. “But I never expected it to start tossing and turning.”
“Forget the shoes, Char,” Samantha said, remarkably calm while checking her reflection in a silver butter knife. “I was mid-sentence with a very handsome structural engineer when the floor started shimmying. If the world is ending, I’d like to be at least two blocks closer to his apartment.”