So me and the crew went to see the very first showing of The Sex In The City movie last night at 12.01am and I have to say, its was super cute.
I was never really a huge fan of the show (gasp, yes it’s true). Nevertheless, I decided to join in the bonding moment and trek down to Chelsea Cinemas to see the fabled production. Let’s just say, we knew the night was off to a great start when the semi-illiterate usher came to belatedly inform us that we everyone with 12.01am tix could bypass the ridiculous line and go straight into the theaters causing a stampede of Chelsea boys literally running over little girls in high heels. A classic NYC memory for life.
About the movie: if you’re not in love or a total romantic, the most important thing was the wardrobe. Happily, Carrie’s uber creative wardrobe choices (my fave by far being the grandmas drawers she sported in the bed with BIG) did not disappoint and lusted for Miranda’s plethora of coats and leather gloves (I’m such a winter gear woman).
I highly recommend that every woman go with at least three girlfriends who talk during the movies to enjoy the experience fully.
Mitzi Moments
And my whole body aligned this afternoon by an adorable chiropractor who promises to significantly reduce this throbbing sensation in my right arm in six sessions. Sounds optimistic to me but what the hell do I have to lose? I must say; at this point I’d be willing to barter my first born for a little relief. Like seriously.
So the thrilling news of the day? I finally finished the last chapter in the third installment of my Hotlanta series!!! WOO HOO! Let the editing commence! If all goes well, I might actually be able to put this puppy to bed within the next couple of weeks. On the flip side, I’m actually kind of sad cause it really has been a lot of fun thinking teenage angst versus focusing on my own very adult problems. Like um, the freakin’ astronomical price of gas!
When I say that I’m about to go buy a bike with matching helmet, I’m so serious with it. The Volvo drives like a dream but ain’t nothing but a gas guzzler. And I simply cannot pay $50 to fill 3/4s of a tank. That’s just silly. Not to date myself but I remember when I thought 99 cents a gallon was a lot. Sigh. I’m like the old lady at the bar talking about the good ‘ole days… just sad.
While it may have felt like I spent my entire holiday weekend in front of a laptop working, in reality, I did take two days to drive upstate to Kingston, NY for my girl Joan’s 43rd birthday party. This year’s grand event was a bikini BBQ followed by cupcake & champagne sleepover. Excluding myself, there were six fantastic women and one yummy boy to help bring in Ms. Morgan’s new year. We all sat around, talked a whole bunch of nonsense, cracked terrible jokes, ate/drank until we were stuffed and then passed out. Um, can we say so much fun? If I didn’t enjoy all the perks of being a Scorpio so much, I swear I’d hate on everyone with a summertime birthday.
Praise the Lord, I just found a decent, clean Japanese restaurant that delivers to my apartment!!! I’m so happy I can hear angels singing… or wait maybe that’s my neighbor Gladysis.
Either way, I’m feeling happy enough to overlook the tragedy that is Usher getting a seperation from Tameka after nine months. Can you say iron clad prenup? And bigger than that, the rumor that Kobe Bryant got caught cheating AGAIN. This time it was with a Lakers cheerleader named Vanessa (knda ironic, huh?). Good grief, does he never learn?
Now I kinda realize why people were so annoyed with Jay-Z and Beyonce for not letting us see the wedding. At least the majority of us believe that they have a union that’s going to last longer than the next album release or championship season… so disheartening, no?
And just curious, when the hell is it going to get warm in NYC? Err-um, I don’t care if the ice cream trucks are blocking traffic on these tiny one-way streets, mid-70s is NOT summer weather!!
When I grow up, I want to have a home in Sedona, AZ. It was one of the most breathtaking, peaceful, inspiring places I’ve been to in the United Staes. The blue skies, red rocks, wide open spaces, hot weather and happy zen people were exactly what the therapist ordered.
