Sex and the City

Spotted: frenchie Brigitte slumming it on the Subway.....So as I sit here watching Sex, having recently seen Sex: The Movie, how a propos that I just came back from The City (in which there quite possibly might have been some sex going on...winkyface). Jordan and I met up with one of our favorite Frenchies, Brigitte, as she layed over for a bit in New York on her way back to France. We three girls gallivanted around the city like some other famous foursome (sans the Charlotte in our case) like some whirlwind-four day-all you can eat- city buffet. Our heads hit the pillow ne'er as much as our stilettos hit the pavement. It was a shopping extravaganza from Soho to 5th Avenue (with the occasional touristy stop thrown in every once in a while for kicks). But as soon as the sun set, the gloves came off (as well as a few other articles of clothing) as we three wined and dined like it was our job - Lotus, Underbar, Stanton Social, Bed....but what happens when you leave the island and go exploring "trendy" Brooklyn at 1 am? A whole mess of trouble - or a night to remember depending on how you look at it (aka returning to Manhattan at 1:20). At Brooklyn's swankiest set, Brigitte came on a little too strong to a certain hottie who definitely had a girlfriend...whom, I might add, was definitely at the bar and caught Brigitte making out with said hottie. Girlfriend didn't take it too well and cat calls resounded as things between the two ladies got physical (slapfight!). So shortly thereafter we were abruptly "dismissed" from the bar andwe returned in about 2.2 to Manhattan (please, skinny hipster bartender's threats about calling the cops were tots empty). But after hailing what was apparently the only cab left in the city without a credit card machine we were forced to return via Subway (slummingitface). How do I put this nicely?, Brigitte don't do subways. So not without some kicking and screaming we took our fabulous selves under ground (perhaps this unforeseen cost is why true New Yorkers rarely venture outside Manhattan....just a thought). Ahh, but all was not for naught, my friends. It was as if by some divine intervention we were meant to take the subway because as we emerged from the train, what was right by the station but a cute little lounge, frequented by a group of even cuter men (can you say fleet week?) And let's just say the bounties of the sea were plentiful for all. Did I mention this was just day 1?....sailors, and investment bankers, and firemen - oh my!