The 6.6 magnitude earthquake didn’t just rattle the glassware in Carrie Bradshaw’s Upper East Side apartment; it shattered the fragile peace of her Sunday brunch.
“The building shook,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “But the foundation held.” 6.6 Sex and the City
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.” “The subways are down
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. As Carrie sat at her window later that
As Carrie sat at her window later that night, the city skyline flickering back to life, she began to type.