Sex and the city

Chapter 15 Urban Baby VS Suburban Girl (1)
Visiting friends who have moved to the suburbs is part of the routine for Manhattan socialites, but no one really likes it.Every time they return to the city from the suburbs, they are physically and mentally exhausted and on the verge of collapse.The following story fully proves this point.

Julie Bernard used to be manager of International Innovation Management, responsible for the rock band business.Five years ago, her life consisted of traveling the world in cowboy boots, fooling around and sleeping with rock stars.When she's not working, she retreats to her New York apartment to enjoy her black leather sofa and luxury stereo.She has long blond hair, a petite body with big breasts, and countless messages on the phone's voice mail.Money and drugs are essential items in her satchel.She was a hot celebrity back then.

Some things are just meant to be.No one believed that something like this could happen, but it did, and you never quite figured out what life was all about.When she was 35, she met an investment banker from Salomon Brothers, got married quickly, got pregnant quickly, and moved to Greenwich quickly.

"Nothing has changed," she said. "We can still get together a lot and come to my house to play. Come to my barbecue in summer."

All we can say is: good, good, good.

Then two years passed.We heard she had a baby, and then a second.But none of us could remember the child's name, not even if it was a boy or a girl.

"Hey, how's Julie doing?" I always ask Miranda, who was once the best friend with Julie.

"Who knows," Miranda would say, "anytime you call her, she's busy. The gardeners are coming, the babysitter is smoking weed in the laundry room, the kids are yelling again . . . That's the kind of thing."

"It's horrible. It's unimaginable," we always say, forgetting her immediately.

Then, a month ago, the inescapable routine finally arrived: white invitations adorned with tiny purple flowers arrived, inviting four of our urban sisters to Julie's house for a bridal shower.One o'clock on a Saturday afternoon—like Miranda said, at the most disgusting time.What's wrong with a wonderful Saturday afternoon wasting it in Connecticut.

"Julie called and begged me," Miranda said. "She said she wanted some friends from the city to come, or she would be bored."

"Damn it, the kiss of death," I said.

In the end, four women decided to go anyway—Miranda, 32, a cable executive; Sarah, 38, who ran her own public relations firm; Kelly, 34, a journalist-like career; Bella, 34 Aged, the banker—the only married woman among the four.

new enemy in old greenwich

This Saturday sure looks like the best day of the year.It was sunny and very warm.The four women agreed to meet at Grand Central Station.As soon as they met, they began to complain—why did they have to go to Julie's house on such a beautiful day?They seem to have forgotten that, like all people who are used to living in the city, they are always too lazy to go out, let alone mention the city.

The trouble started as soon as I got on the train.Kelly played until four o'clock in the morning last night, and she was nauseous due to a severe hangover.Bella got into an argument with the woman sitting in front of her, whose child had been lying on the back of the chair sticking her tongue out at Bella.

Then Sara finally told the truth—Julie had been sober for three months, and there probably wasn't even a cocktail at the party.

Kelly and Miranda immediately decided to get off at the next stop and head back to the city, but were stopped by Bella and Sarah.Sarah told Kelly that she might quit drinking too.

The train came to Old Greenwich.Four girls squeezed into the back of a taxi—an old-fashioned green-and-white cab that reminded them it was the suburbs.

"Why do we have to be here?" Sarah asked.

"We had no other choice," Kelly said.

"They don't have all those funky garden tools," Miranda said. "I'm going to freak out if I see that."

"Just letting me see a child drives me crazy."

"Look at the grass, those trees. The freshly cut grass smells so good." Kelly was surprised to find that she was not as uncomfortable as before.But everyone else looked at her with an expression of disbelief.

The taxi stopped in front of a white colonial villa.The pointed roof made of slate and the balcony on the second floor look very advanced.The yard is lush with green grass and pink flowers surrounding the well-groomed trees.

"Ah, what a cute puppy!" Kelly said, as a golden retriever ran across the lawn barking.But when it ran to the edge of the yard, it stopped suddenly, as if it was suddenly grabbed by an invisible rope.

Miranda lit a Landonhill. "Invisible electric fences," she said, "they all have this. I bet they'll have to show us off in a minute."

The puppy sat in the middle of the yard, wagging its tail flatteringly.Four women stood at the door, staring blankly at the dog.

"Please, shall we go back to town?" Sarah asked.

There were already half a dozen women sitting in the living room of the house, their legs gracefully crossed, coffee or tea on their laps.The table is set: cucumber sandwiches and tacos with spicy tomato sauce.On the corner of the table was a large bottle of white wine, unopened and untouched, with a layer of damp on it.Bride-to-be Lucy seems a little stage-frightened by the visit of four city girls.

So everyone started greeting and introducing.

A woman dressed head to toe in Hermes spoke.The woman named Brigid Chalmers sipped the drink in her hand and looked a lot like a Bloody Mary: "You guys came too late. Julie thought you weren't coming." The cynicism in her tone was only Only women can understand.

"No way, the trains are running according to the timetable." Sara shrugged, taking it as an apology.

"Hey. Say, do we know her?" Miranda whispered to Kelly.This means Miranda has declared war on Brigid.

"You had a Bloody Mary?" Kelly asked her.

Brigid exchanged glances with the other woman. "This is Mary the Virgin." She glanced at Julie. "I used to do that too, drinking and going to parties. But then I suddenly got bored. You should spend your time on more important things."

"The only thing that matters to me right now is vodka," Kelly said, pointing her finger. "I'm so hungover. If I don't get some vodka..."

"Rayleigh!" yelled a woman sitting on the couch, stooping to look around the other rooms. "Rayleigh! Go outside and play!"

Miranda leaned over and asked Kylie, "Is she calling her dog or her baby?"

sex life after marriage

Miranda turns to Brigid. "Tell me, Brigid," she asked, "what do you do?"

"I work from home. I have my own consulting firm," Brigid said, gracefully popping a small piece of corn crisp into his mouth.

"Understood." Miranda nodded, "What kind of consultation is it?"

"computer."

"She's like the Bill Gates among us," Margaret said, sipping Evian from a wine glass. It can be solved."

"It's a real help for those of us who have computers," Bella said. "Computers can be a pain in the ass sometimes, especially if you only use them occasionally." She smiled. "What about you, Ma? Gretel? Got any kids?"

Margaret blushed a little, and looked away. "There's one," she said hesitantly. "A beautiful little angel. Of course, he's quite old now, eight years old, and on the verge of becoming a real man. But we're trying to get a second one."

"Mary is trying artificial insemination," Julie said loudly to the room. "I'm so glad I have two kids."

(End of this chapter)