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Tim Batt and Guy Montgomery of Podcast "The Worst Idea of All Time"
Tim Batt and Guy Montgomery of Podcast "The Worst Idea of All Time"

We went on the Sex and the City bus tour and had a very sexy time

The comedians of podcast The Worst Idea of All Time joined us for a Sex in the City bus tour adventure

Written by
Jillian Anthony
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On an unseasonably pleasant Sunday morning a couple of weeks ago, I found myself on the Sex and the City guided bus tour with one of my best friends and four strangers. Well, not exactly strangers—I’d been listening to two of them for the last year on their weekly podcast, The Worst Idea of All Time. Kiwi comedians Tim Batt and Guy Montgomery had watched and critiqued Sex and the City 2 once a week for the last 51 weeks, and they were here in New York to tape their final live episode. I interviewed them about their psychotic project for the magazine, then had a brilliant idea—we’ll take the Sex and the City bus tour! They loved the idea, though they had never seen the series or the first movie, and here we were—two comedians, their girlfriends, my friend and I.

The Sex and the City Hotspots tour from On Location Tours (who also run Gossip Girl, Sopranos and The Real Housewives of New York-themed tours) is a three-and-a-half hour journey through the lives of our four favorite fictional New Yorkers, jampacked with clips from the series and movies that were filmed in the 40-plus locations the tour whizzes by. We were greeted by Elyse Brandau, our fabulous tour guide, and climbed onto a bus three-quarters of the way filled with demure women who appeared to be between 35 and 55 years old. There were a few husband-types along for the ride as well.  

The bus got going and hilarious clips like Charlotte’s dog getting gang-banged in the park and Miranda falling over and exposing her underwear to Steve’s smoking hot girlfriend played as we passed by the corresponding spots where they were filmed. We got off at our first stop, the sex shop The Pleasure Chest, where Charlotte buys her vibrator, a.k.a. The Rabbit. It was the first time I’d been in a sex shop before noon, but it was fun to watch Batt and Montgomery explore the very large selection.

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We hopped back on the bus and Elyse the tour guide peppered us with trivia questions that every diehard fan of the show would know. When Elyse asked, “Why does Samantha decide not to sleep with the old billionaire?” my friend and I shouted in unison, “Saggy ass!” The rest of the bus stayed silent. For people willing to pay $49 for a themed bus tour, they were behaving a lot more like Mirandas than Samanthas.

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Our second stop was scenester restaurant Buddakan, where Carrie and Big have their engagement party and Miranda’s speech bursts into flames (foreshadowing). It wasn’t open, so all we could do was check out the menu as ambient music played and recreate the scene where Miranda says, “Here’s to the man who finally got Carried away,” and we definitely took advantage of the opportunity.

Next, we headed to Bleecker Street in the West Village, where we were not only able to buy those famed cupcakes from Magnolia’s—which put out a bench where Carrie and Miranda sat munching after the scene made the place famous—we were also able to visit Carrie Bradshaw’s stoop itself. Of course, in the show, Carrie lives in the Upper East Side, and of course, in real life, there are actual people that live here that are really not happy about the nonstop pilgrimages to “Carrie’s stoop.” They’ve erected a chain and a warning again trespassers. The tourists lining up to take photos and sit on the stoop (including us) could not have cared less.

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By this point, the whole bus was feeling sleepy, and we were grateful to get to our last stop, the bar that stood in for Aidan and Steve’s Scout, Oneail’s. The scene was incredible—thirty-plus Sex and the City fans lined up to order cosmos from a (hot) bartender fully prepared for their arrival. This was it—the Samantha-esque moment of the day we’d been waiting for. We clinked our glasses, talked about boys and threw out lines like, "No smoking in bars? What's next, no fucking in bars?" The booze perked us up as we climbed back on the bus to head to our final drop off point, the whirlwind campaign through one of the best shows to come out of ’90s television complete. We clearly all felt inspired to traipse through the city in Manolos, drink cosmos all night and be unabashedly promiscuous—at least I did.

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