We start with a Brady Bunch type montage. This group of people proves to be dysfunctional enough that they have time left over in their summer time share in the Hamptons. So they call Charlotte to offer her a great deal for the rest of the summer.
Charlotte pitches the opportunity to the girls, mentioning some rather foreshadowy consequences like one of them being married or having kids. This summer fling is the last they’ll be able to have just as a foursome, she argues.
They all give in. Summer party with the girls!
Samantha happens to have an employee who’s been spending some time at party house in the Hamptons herself. She’s kind of obnoxious, so when Samantha fires her, it’s a welcome sight.
This begins the girls’ vendetta against twenty-something girls. While she was waiting foe the rest, Charlotte met a young 26 year old. She’s off to a fun start.
When they arrive all they can do is bitch about being cynical and the musty odor permeating the house. The little boy Charlotte met comes by to invite them to a beach bonfire. Oh, and Charlotte is pretending she’s 27 so the guy won’t be scared of her “old” lady parts.
They get to the bonfire where everyone is getting drunk on kegs and flailing around to Fatboy Slim’s “Praise You”. Looks like a good time until chicks start puking. At least they hold each other’s hair.
Carrie, trying to leave, runs into her biggest fan. She’s so adoring it’s sickening. In the days prior to social media it was easier to avoid these people.
Miranda, the next morning, takes step outside with her coffee to enjoy the beachy morning after having a bitchy night. She about steps in vomit. It’s Charlotte’s, it turns out, and she spent the night passed out drunk with her boy toy. He’s there too. Oh, kids in their twenties.
Back in the city during the week, Carrie reminisces about her own twenties. Great skin tone, innocence, men who don’t know how to have good sex, bad apartments, fashion mistakes… yep, sounds about right.
Later, she goes out to a book signing with her stalker. She tries to be mentor-ish, but winds up talking about sex and making the young one get them drinks. That sounds perfect.
Carrie runs into a doctor who is supposedly foxy. He’s not ugly, but I remember him playing one of the odd aliens in Galaxy Quest, so that’s all I can think of when I see him. By Grabthar’s hammer…
Anyway, they exchange numbers and agree to meet in the Hamptons.
During a cloudy day at the beach, the women marinate in spf 45 sunscreen. The doctor tracks down Carrie. They chit chat, but while he takes a dip, Carrie laments that he is good on paper. Which means he’s likely bad in bed.
Charlotte brings around her boy toy, which darkens the other girls’ day considerably. She suggests they make Long Island teas, which every kid in his or her twenties thinks is cool.
Carrie and the doctor walk on the beach for more chit chat. He seems really eager, which is a turn off for me, but Carrie has been single for a while so she gives him permission to bother her more.
Back at the house, Carrie discovers unwanted visitors. And Samantha gets invited to her former employee’s supposedly “big” blowout party, which threatens to upstage her professional P.R. image. Unwanted visitor #1 is Laurel, Carrie’s adoring fan. She’s hanging out in Carrie’s room. Unwanted visitor #2 turns out to be an infestation of crabs in Charlotte’s pubic area.
Welcome back to your twenties, dear, though I never caught anything in my twenties…
The infestation scares Carrie out of the house, and she takes refuge at the doctor’s abode. They only sleep despite his humorous attempts to portray sexiness. By Grabthar’s hammer…
The next night they attend Nina’s party. Samantha feels down since the party is so impressive. Charlotte confronts her boy toy about the crabs he gave her. He morally retorts by calling out the deceit of lying about her age. The whole argument is petty. Lesson learned: don’t sleep with douche-y twenty something guys.
Behind the scenes, Samantha learns the party is out of control. Nothing pleases her more than using her experience to smooth out the party’s kinks, and furthermore she introduces Nina to Charlotte’s crabby boy toy. Ah, sweet revenge, and it’s itchy.
Carrie is tracked down by her fan, but by now she’s had enough and ditches her, only to see Mr. Big.
With a twenty-something girl.
They met in Paris while he was working there.
He’s been back in town for a week.
Her name’s Natasha.
Talk about a “big” blowout party. The whole confrontation is enough to turns one’s stomach. Which it does, and Carrie runs out to the beach to vomit under the fireworks. Miranda holds her hair.