“They’re not strangers — they’re our new friends with pot!” — Carrie, in response to Charlotte’s query whether they should be trying to buy pot off of strangers.

I absolutely loved tonight’s episode. It chronicled the 24 hours after Burger’s “I’m sorry; I can’t; don’t hate me” breakup Post-It appeared in her apartment.

The ladies ventured to the opening of “Bed,” a hot new nightclub with mattresses o’plenty. Miranda miraculously fit into her “skinny” jeans, and she was out celebrating and meeting men while Carrie ran into Burger’s friends who weren’t aware of their 3M Corporation-inspired breakup, which she happily enlightened them about.

Tonight’s theme: why do we feel we need to learn a lesson from everything? Because it just works out that way. If Miranda didn’t get pregnant and have the baby and forget to eat all the time, she’d never have fit into her jeans. If Charlotte didn’t marry Trey, she never would have fallen in love and gotten engaged to her divorce attorney. And if you’re never someone’s girlfriend, then you can never be his ex-girlfriend. And if you never had someone break up with you via Post-It Note, then you’d never be cited for smoking pot on a streetcorner, like Carrie was.

Over ice cream at the end of the show, Charlotte remarked that Carrie’s note was like a “Get Out of Jail Free” card, as the policeman showed some sympathy and decided not to arrest her for toking on the sidewalk, as her day had already been bad enough. But when Samantha urged him to not cite her at all, he said, “I’m sorry. I can’t. Don’t hate me.” *snerk*

Sarah Jessica Parker was altogether too convincing in her blazed state, even down to the deep guttural snorts of laughter. Heh. Reminded me altogether of my own experiences of not making sense and snorting at jokes that really aren’t that funny. Golden Pen and I have had many of those moments together, and we’ve often had two separate conversations going at once, even though we were the only two people in the room. Makes me look forward to a special-brownie celebration at my Haunted Housewarming, coming in October! 😉

I’ve decided that, in honor of the “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy’s” team’s license plate, “Fab5,” my friends and I need our own plate that reads, “High5.” 🙂 Ah, to have a smokey treat right now. …

But alas, I’m feeling anything but dreamy right now. Although there was much more from the episode that just rocked, well, I’ve got a headache and moving-related pains in every other part of my body, so I’m signing off to do a load of laundry so that I can be ready for tonight’s re-run of “Dead Like Me.”

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