Sex and the City fans love to discuss which character they are. "I'm a Carrie with a Miranda rising," they might say. While all the gals are appealing, if I could walk in any of their Manolos for a weekend, I'd choose Charlotte's. Ms. York (Kristin Davis) knows from nice things.
I'd start my Charlotte weekend on Friday afternoon by leaving my gorgeous Park Avenue apartment and taking my beloved spaniel Elizabeth Taylor for a walk. I'd log onto www.pawspot.com to find the perfect New York dog park. On Friday night, I'd meet the other gals for dinner and cosmos at one of our favorite haunts, Balthazar. On the way home, I'd stop at The Pleasure Chest on Seventh Avenue to pick up a "rabbit" vibrator, just as Charlotte did, but I'd be too shy to unwrap it once I got home.
Saturday, I'd do a gallery crawl through Soho, where Charlotte worked as an art dealer before becoming Mrs. Trey MacDougal. Then I'd grab dinner with Charlotte's main gay, Anthony (Mario Cantone), at The Supper Club where he would talk incessantly and I'd just listen. While I was there, I'd try to flash at least one serviceman, since this was the club where Charlotte once showed a sailor one of her boobs.
On Sunday, I'd head to the Hamptons to decompress after a stressful week in the city. I'd make sure to stop at the Mariner Museum because I once read an article where Kristin Davis said it was one of her favorite places.
Then I'd grab an afternoon jitney back into the city but I'd be too wound up from my Charlotte weekend to sleep, so I'd have no choice but to break out my new rabbit. But I wouldn't tell Carrie about it. That girl can't keep a secret.