sarah jessica parker.
southwick -- she only needs one name.
(we had a "wild" weekend together, and this is the only picture i snapped of her/us. slap me.)
the only one we didn't see was the prudish brunette. i'm okay with that.
the encounter: unless you've been living under a rock for the past decade, you can probably gather from the line-up that linds and i ran into the set for the upcoming sex and the city movie at bergdorf's, which begs the question, what business did you, erin, have showing your face at bergdorf's? to which i would retort, absolutely none.
bonus: got barked at by some chump in bergdorf's for snapping off the following pictures:
if you look hard enough, you can totally see nobody important.
i am a total threat.
encounter rating: 4/5 stars.
weekend rating: (weekend entailing the US open, eating at cafe habana, s'mac, blt burger, patsy's and yogurtland [yl's new mint froyo may blow your mind -- you've been warned], confirming the female(!) gender of my child in utero, shopping, getting lost, wandering, chatting... ) 9/5 stars. i think we could have done nothing more than sit on a park bench all weekend, and i still would have been happy as a lark. luh you, linds.