Some Kind of Woman

George, the security guy at work, likes to ask me what I'm doing for the evening as I'm leaving. This was today's conversation.

George: Is it a salsa night?
Me: No, I'm going to see Pink Martini with the Nashville Symphony.
George: You are a special kind of woman.
Me: ......
George: You're like a woman on TV.
Me: You mean like Cops?
George: No, like those women who drink martinis. Like Sex and the City.
Me: Well, Pink Martini did do the opening credits music, so I guess it fits.

Also, I do drink martinis. But you'll have to guess which Sex and the City broad I am.