I m shaking. I need a drink. Anyone coming

After three cocktails at Ici, Carrie called Mr. Big. Yo, yo, he said. What up. It was awful, she giggled. You know how much I hate those kinds of things. All they talked about was babies and private schools and how this friend of theirs got blackballed from the country club and how one of their nannies crashed a new Mercedes. She could hear Mr. Big puffing away on his cigar. Dont worry, kid. Youll get used to it, he said. I dont think so, she said.