put on your Manolos and go
It seemed so difficult to go back to work on Tuesday—it always seems coming back from long weekends is unendurable—and yet the week, like many weeks as of late, flew by...And was followed by a weekend which did the same. Friday night roomie M, best friend L and L’s sister Julie and I all went to the opening night show of Sex and the City. After cosmopolitans (in true S.A.T.C. style) we headed into a packed theater (the only one in the area with a show that WASN’T sold out) and waited in line behind dozens and dozens of women who were all excitedly discussing the movie. It was a total estrogen fest. Despite the reviews I read from NPR and another source which pa inted the film in a slightly tepid light, I really enjoyed it. There were things lacking of course, a slight faux pa on the part of the writers in some areas as far as I was concerned, but overall a fun movie. Some things that I thought were interesting: The movie looked at love this time. Less actual sex in the city; more...