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Welcome, June.
….Only reason to bother watching tonight:
As I mentioned a few posts ago, I had tickets to see the 8:00pm Sex and The City show on Friday. I was going to blog about that night, but didn’t have time. I picked a joint over Carrie. I was going to blog about it yesterday, but surprise(!), didn’t feel like it. Seriously, just call me a Lady of Leisure. It has a good ring to it. Anyway, hi. Instead of writing a drawn out, long review that’s basically a repeat of every other review in the internet, I’ll just touch on several points while my hair is drying:
1. I arrived there 20 minutes early. I felt that being stupid early wasn’t necessary since I used that Fandango service. Apparently, I was wrong. We had to sit in that first section, the 4 rows where your neck hurts by the end of the movie? Just saying though, it could’ve been worse.
2. Much to my surprise (jks, sike), the theater was filled with women. I counted two men there: 1 gay man who was obviously the stereotypical, “I’m gay, and hang out with only women because they understand me better and I like being their shopping partner.” The second was a hefty, bald man who was there with his wife. He felt disgustingly awkward, IT WAS OBVIOUS. I felt bad.
3. I now understand why the majority of my friends are guys. The amount of estrogen in the room made me nauseous by the end of the 2 hour flick. Women clapped; women cheered; women screamed; and women were crying. Women dressed up, and by dressed up, I mean they were wearing what they felt were “fashionable pieces” and heels that they could barely walk in. Was I a part of the majority of women who cried, screamed, etc? Ugh, yes. You don’t understand, THIS IS MY SHOW. Was I part of the “fashionable” few who wore heels, etc. etc.? No, it was humid, I had just got out of work, I wore a dress and sandals. Lady of Leisure.
4. Snacks chosen: Gummy bears, popcorn (butter? yes.), water, Reeses Pieces.
5. Jennifer Hudson is the worst actress ever. FYI: I should’ve been casted as carrie’s assistant.
6. Miranda (the real life Lesbian) is the only one who flashes her boobs in the movie.
6. And finally, I thought the movie was great. Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker) is my GIRL. I love her as much as I can love any television character. Unfortunately, the majority of the world doesnt: Sarah Jessica Parker Looks Like a Horse.
I want to see the movie again, I want to own the movie, I am a woman. Bye!
