We Audition for Sex and the City So You Don't Have To

We live tweeted movie sequel's open casting cattle call for extras. Sarah Jessica Parker, where are you?

Carrie, Miranda, Samantha, Charlotte and Breanne. It's got a nice ring to it, no?

A whole slew—and by slew, we mean thousands—of Sex and the City fifth-wheel wannabes lined up this sunny afternoon in New York City for the chance to be an extra in the series' movie sequel.

Yep, an open call for future scene-chewers made its way to the masses, and since it doesn't even require a SAG card, we made sure to give it our best. Sure, they were looking for "Fashion Models"—and this reporter is only 5 feet tall. They seek "Upscale Socialites" and we only watch them on Real Housewives and NYC Prep. They want "Professional Soccer Players" and we can ice-skate. They'd also like to see "Celebrity Types." We type about celebrities—does that count?

But we went anyway. From the fans and fashionistas we met in the line to the inevitable disappointment at the end of the road, we twittered the step-by-step (in rather old shoes, mind you) audition process right here @eonlineMovies.

Here's how it all went down...

Just before 1:30 p.m. ET, we took our spot in line just feet from the door. The line literally wrapped around the block!

• Tons of people much smarter than me with umbrellas keeping them in the shade. Lots of melting makeup in NYC today, folks. Who wouldn't want to be an extra opposite Sarah Jessica Parker? Everyone and their moms—literally—are here sweating out the open call.
• Woman next to me in her 50s. Heard about this on NY1 TV. "Nothing ventured nothing gained," she says. Glenda just started watching the show this week and knew she should wear pink for the big audition. Another older woman in a t-shirt that says, "It's not about age, it's about attitude."
• Plenty of dudes in this line...and lots of fedoras. Lots of would-be Charlottes with their pearls too. No evening gowns, wedding dresses or crazy feathered caps.
• Meeting naughty fans who are in "client meetings" for the chance to hang with Carrie Bradshaw. Just met Adam Gates, an aspiring model-actor from Atlanta who moved here 2 days ago. Samantha, watch out! He's hot!
• Tons more straight men than I anticipated. Feet are starting to hurt.
• Finally inside. Air conditioning is awesome! Number of people in the twisty line in here? Absurd! I auditioned for Idol years ago. This is just like it only no bad singing giving me a headache while I wait.
• Just filled out a form with all my sizes, height, weight and description of my hair. Starting to miss that breeze outside. People are getting antsy and claustrophobic.
• There is a disappointing lack of crazy costumes. I would have expected at least a few Lady Gagas. Someone just asked the million-dollar question: How do you stand out in this huge crowd?
• Getting closer to the front. People are getting restless feeling like actual cattle in this cattle call. My feet hurt and I'm hungry but still truckin'.
• Looks like the home stretch, unless there's even more line in the next room. Word is they just take a snapshot of everyone. Guys behind me practicing their best Blue Steel.
• More than two hours later, I'm in the last room! Nervous. Four lines to get your picture taken. Time for lip gloss!
• I said "cheese" and that was it! I'm a little disappointed that's all it was but I'm happy to get some froyo and take off these shoes! It's in the fashion gods' hands now.
• Overall consensus of the people around me as I left? The wait was well worth it, whether or not a call back comes. Even for the girls who played hooky from work and drove in from Boston.
• Time for a cosmo!