A Glorious Night of Sex in New York City

What happened at the premiere of Sex and the City? Read on!

Sex and the City finally came home.

After a round of premieres and press in Europe, Sarah Jessica Parker & Co. hit Radio City Music Hall in New York City tonight for the movie’s U.S. premiere.

SJP looked incredible in a silver floor-length Nina Ricci gown and 19th-century jewels from Fred Leighton. The 3,000 or so people filling the theater cheered as she made her way in. The second-loudest round of hootin’ and hollerin’ went to Chris “Mr. Big” Noth.

And who was there? Among the premiere guests munching on popcorn and sipping the new SATC Vitaminwater called XXX were Bette Midler, Katie Couric, Molly Sims, Regis Philbin, Mary J. Blige, Donald and Melania Trump, Joan Allen, Donna Karan, Nicole Miller, Christian Siriano, Edie Falco, Todd Oldham, Bradley Cooper, Victor Garber and funnylady Amy Sedaris.

Oscar winner Jennifer Hudson, who plays Carrie Bradshaw’s assistant in the movie, flew in from her Chicago hometown and spent a good amount of time chatting in the lobby with Fergie, who sings the new SATC title song.

And now let me tell you about the after-party...

Most everyone headed to the Museum of Modern Art after the screening for an after-party that included music from DJ Samantha Ronson (nope, no Lindsay Lohan in sight), bars serving cosmopolitans and food stations featuring everything from ceviche to lo mein and steamed dumplings.

The upper level was reserved for VIPs. SJP was surrounded by handlers, bodyguards and movie-studio staffers, but she made sure to stop right away to chat with Jerry Seinfeld. Not sure what Seinfeld was saying, but it must have been pretty funny. Parker’s hubby, Matthew Broderick, didn’t seem to stop laughing for a second.

Parker finally made her way through to the back of the room, where she chatted with CAA agent Kevin Huvane, Victor Garber, Bravo exec and on-air personality Andy Cohen and Mario Cantone, among many others.

Luckily, the rainy weather didn’t get too bad. SATC writer and director Michael Patrick King said he had his mother to thank for that. “I knew it would stop by the time we started, because my Irish Catholic mother sat by the window in the hotel all day and prayed to God,” King said. “It went something like this: ‘Dear God, please don’t let it rain on my son’s big sex party tonight.' ”

And don’t forget to check out my videoblog tomorrow to hear what I think of the flick. Hint: I can’t get enough Sex.