At the stroke of midnight, hundreds of thousands of women across the country will settle into their seats, heels sticking to the candy strewn floor, Cosmo buzz slowly starting to wear off.
I will not be among these women -- only because we've decided to participate in wine night tonight and go see it tomorrow night after we have a few Cosmos of our own (just because).
I am a huge fan of Sex and the City. The TV show is probably my favorite series of all time. I'm one of those poor suckers who can see just 35 seconds of an episode and go through all of the notable sex partners and outfits that will show up over the next 22 minutes. I can watch any episode over and over, and I really think that anything in life can be resolved when Carrie's voiceover analyzes the hell out of it - Are women really _______? Are all men _______? They've dealt with pretty much every kind of relationship, bedroom, or closet issue, and I feel like a woman with a few pairs of Manolos of my own when I sit down and listen to their banter, witty or not.
Now, I know that not everyone has fallen under the Fab Four's spell. You may find them slutty, crazy dressers, far too old for such shenanigans, or just plain boring. But I completely disagree. They've gotten me through the past 7 years of my life (don't let my mom know I've been watching them for that long. She still can't handle it) and I don't plan on turning my back on them yet. No matter how bad the first movie was (and yes, it was bad but I still own it) and how awful this second one will be (I've heard some not good things), I will faithfully support my ladies. I'll get teary when Big is an asshole and avert my eyes when Miranda and Steve have a steamy sex scene.
Where do you stand on SATC? And who are you - Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, or Samantha?
Don't make fun of me - everyone secretly thinks of herself as a character. I'm totally a Carrie. I know everyone says that, but seriously, I am.
Oh, and seriously, DON'T buy the stupid merchandise that they have out. It's tacky.