Big! Big! Big!

WaPo: Across the City, Farewell to 'Sex'

In an Adams Morgan bar as silent as a church, with women crowded onto red velvet sofas and sitting cross-legged on the floor, a dozen TV screens were tuned into the final "Sex and the City" episode, and fan Karyn Hillenbrand was yelling at character Carrie Bradshaw.

"No," she hissed as the star of "Sex" promised her debonair boyfriend that she would give up a book party held in her honor to accompany him to his art showing. "No. No. No."

Throughout the bar, the cry echoed: "No!" "Ewww!"

Everyone was rooting against artist Aleksandr Petrovsky and in favor of Big, Carrie's six-year, off-and-on flame, and the question of the night was: Would this final episode of HBO's six-season, Sunday-night tradition finally pair off Carrie with Petrovsky, in Paris, or would she choose independence, New York and her dear, dear friends. Pre-show thinking was that there was no way she'd wind up with the artist, so when she seemed to be uncharacteristically giving up herself for him, the crowd recoiled.

We were happy with the way the series ended up, we liked Big so much we nicknamed one of our cats that. But, better than Big would have been Aiden. Much better for Carrie.