Friday, May 30, 2008

I Got Carried Away

Well I’ve got to write about it, right? What kind of Carrie Bradshaw fan would I be if I didn’t write about the ‘Sex and the City’ movie? Although, I’m not lying in my bed with my Apple laptop before me and my thoughts being narrated for the world to hear. They’re not that interesting anyway, and today they would just go something like, “I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m tired.”

I’m TIWED because last night I went to see the movie at midnight. I had every intention to go home right after work (work #1) but then I found out that I was managing at night, so I had to go to work. I didn’t sleep the night before, so I was running on low fuel. And then when I got to work, I was reminded of Sex and the City and somehow let the kids convince me to go with them. Then Brian O’Hara told me that it was a 2.5 hour long movie, which would mean I’d get home around 3-3:30am (which happened) and leave me with 4 hours of sleep. Sigh. I did it anyway.

It was a random grouping of Me, Jules, Keith and Aly (one of the new ushers). We got there and there were tons of girls pretending to be running around in couture and Manolo’s but they were really just wearing H&M and Steve Madden’s. I bought Julia’s ticket, and we shared a medium popcorn and a large icee. We were clearly on a date.

As far as the movie went, I loved every minute of it. All 150 of them. I mean, whenever I’m bored, I just pop in a Sex and the City DVD and watch the episodes for like 3 hours… so, this was really no different. It was just an uninterrupted string of episodes. A mini-7th season. There were storylines that normally would take about 1-2 seasons to wrap up, and they wrapped up in the end of the movie. I mean, I just loved to be hanging out with my girls again (“my girls” being Charlotte, Carrie, Miranda and Samantha, not Keith and co.) and there were certainly some TERRIFIC moments (like Stanford and Anthony GETTING ALONG!) But, they were all so old. And it sort of made me sad in a way, not that it was over for good, but just, in general. I cried at the end. But I was also very, very tired.

But anyway, I’m running on 4 hours of sleep right now. I’m DYING. Oh, and I’m a Carrie. Jim Geraghty’s totally a Miranda.



2 comments:

liz said...

I knew this girl in college who once wrote a livejournal entry that went as follows:

"So, I finally watched Sex and the City... and it's true what everyone says. I AM Charlotte! Especially because she lives in NYC... I WANT to live in NYC..."

Patty Barrett said...

OH MY GOD. That is hilarious.

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