Two of hearts
Updated 2002-08-19 17:00:00
Carrie and Char talk. Carrie wishes Jack had told her up front, or earlier, that he had a g.f. Carrie? You JUST MET HIM, and you hung out for like fifteen minutes -- it's not his fault. You're crushed and dejected, but your feelings are your own. He's not responsible for them. Char says that there are some things people don't say because they don't like the way they sound, like "I'm getting divorced." Carrie says she's lonely: "The loneliness is palpable." You can be alone in a crowd, even at your own party, but for the love of God, remember that feelings are temporary -- and if they aren't, there's pharmaceuticals. Just a tip from the girl that has to recap The Anna Nicole Show. ["Hey, you asked for that gig." -- Sars] Interrupting the boring, morose reverie is Candy. She rushes over and demands to know why Carrie invited HIM. You know, her him. The him that has another her. The him that lets Candy feel like she has it all. It's some guy named Cliff, a sports anchor, and his other she is on his arm. Candy enunciates, "I'm very angry!" before scuttling away, hiding behind waiters and short partygoers. Heh. Char asks who that was, and Carrie says wanly, "My role model."
Carrie hops into her car, alone, alone. She holds one white tulip. Her widely smiling chauffeur asks what the party was for. Carrie wrote a book. Just a collection of her...well, yeah, she wrote a book, all by herself. The chauffeur gushes, "That's amaaazing! Congratulaaaations!!" Now usually I never point out an actor's race (it doesn't matter), but this time, I have to, because it's freaking me out. The chauffeur is a black woman, and this character is a little Green Mile-esque. Like, Chris Rock did a bit about the Mystical Black Man in Hollywood movies (also called the Magical Black Man, or MBM for short), and this role really smacks of that. Why, PMK, why? Are there no white woman chauffeurs? Was Morgan Freeman not available? Carrie asks the driver to take her home, and, totally unrealistically, the MBW says no! They "have to celebrate this!" Um, you just met? Is this a move she tries with all her clients? "Ooh, J. Lo! You just got divorced! We have to go out and help you get your swing back! Come on, girl! I mean it! Breathe again!" Or, "Wow, Tom Brokaw! You can-NOT retire now! Absolutely not! We're going out for ice cream -- you'll feel better afterwards!"
Carrie and her driver go to a Gray's Papaya stand together -- not Nathan's, like I said in the recaplet (and thanks to all the sharp-eyed readers who wrote in). The driver gushes, "She wrote a book!" The hot dog guy is all, "Really, it's gonna be in book stores and everything?" No, it's going to be up your butt -- WHERE DO YOU THINK a book would be sold? Criminy. He comps them the hot dogs and says "nice to meet you!" Wow. Carrie VOs, "Who needs a Berger?" Oh, kill me. She strolls by a Coach display ad, sees a found playing card (jack of hearts, don't you know), gets into the limo, and rides away. What a weird chauffeur. Almost...magical.