Reporters’ Notebook

At a special Wednesday night screening of "Sex and the City 2," one moviegoer was dressed as Samantha, a character from the show, but she may have taken her impression a bit too far.

Apparently tipsy from too many Cosmopolitans, she left the movie to use the restroom but somehow ended up outside the building.

Then she offered one of her two Cosmos to a reporter and tried unsuccessfully to send someone a text message, which seemed to take a really long time and required her to hold her cell phone just a few inches from her face.

KRISTI JOURDAN

OVERHEARD ON THE SCANNER ("WELL, DUH" EDITION): "Two inmates trapped in their cell."

Las Vegas Mayor Oscar Goodman revisited an old grudge recently. It had something to do with a terrorist warning that came from a Detroit prosecutor, which Goodman says he never received; and there was one reporter he was mad at in particular, but now they've made up.

Whatever. What's interesting is the caveat the mayor added to his denial that such a terror alert was ever directed his way.

"Unless it was after five," Goodman said, referring to the time of day he knows as Martini Madness. "Then, I'm not responsible."

Imagine this: Las Vegas, present day. A terrorist plot. A ticking clock. It's just past 5 p.m., and the fate of the city rests on ... The Martini's Edge.

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ALAN CHOATE

This week's nominee for "saddest behavior ever" comes courtesy of the Mesquite Local News. The weekly newspaper owned by the Review-Journal's parent company included the following police-blotter item in its Thursday edition:

"Suspicious person: May 22, 1:31 a.m. -- Report of a person going through all the ashtrays at a local store, trying to find enough tobacco to roll a cigarette."

HENRY BREAN