Those Carrie Bradshaw moments at the apres-Walk cocktail parties when a reporter with a camera and notebook or, god forbid, a microphone and TV camera, would come up to me, Susan, and Michele and say, "I hear you three are the coolest people at this party. What do you think of GardenWalk?"
…and we would deliver witty, wine-soaked, fairly unprintable retorts.
We kept waiting for Mr. Big to roll up in his big black Town Car. We would have refused him, of course, because we know that man is no damn good for us.