There’s going to be a huge dearth of women in bars tonight. A great many of your co-genderists will be attending a film showing of some sort. I heavily suggest you take advantage of this opportunity to experience the rare phenomenon of the sex ratio in New York City being tilted in your favor.
I basically made this point in this story (or, at least, tried to), but the great irony about the Sex and the City phenomenon––especially in its aspirational sense, ie: girls like Julia Allison proclaiming, “I AM Carrie Bradshaw!!!”––is that there’s not a single movie for which the characters on that show would give up a Friday night that could otherwise be spent drinking and/or getting (or trying to get) laid. You really want to be Carrie Bradshaw, Julia? Follow Carney’s advice.