6.6 Sex And The City Site

“My Manolos!” Charlotte shrieked, clutching her ankles. “If a crack opens in the pavement and swallows my limited-edition pumps, I am suing the tectonic plates!”

“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.”

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. 6.6 Sex and the City

“New York is tougher than it looks,” Big replied, stepping into the dim light of her hallway.

“The building shook,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “But the foundation held.” “My Manolos

As Carrie sat at her window later that night, the city skyline flickering back to life, she began to type.

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.” “New York is tougher than it looks,” Big

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.