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Well, the big news of the weekend, besides Florida and Michigan (which you can find here ), there was… Sex and the City. I had mixed emotions about the movie.  I was excited, as I missed new stories with the ladies, however, I liked how the last episode ended, with the assumption that everyone ended up with someone - who WOULDNT want that.  I was in California (which I will talk about later) last week, and got so caught up in the palm trees that I forgot to arrange with my friends in NYC for tickets.  Which meant Megan was left out.  I felt sorry for myself for 5 minutes, and had an invite to see it Saturday night instead of Friday.  I considered it.  But.  Did I want to see it with a bunch of people I didn’t know (it would have been with my friend, and her friends who I didn’t know) or, did I want to suck it up and go earlier on Saturday alone?  I decided, that since I couldn’t see it with one of my closest friends, it would be best to see it alone.  So off I went, alone, to Sex and the City THE MOVIE.  I got to the theatre about 45 minutes early, finding a huge line with one poor pimply 12 year old at the register, however,  having ordered my ticked online, I smugly went up to the Fandango kiosk, dipped in my card and… “we cannot find tickets under this card.” WHAT.  I rummaged through my bag and found my confirmation print out (thank GOD i decided I should print that out!) I noticed there was an option for punching in your FOURTEEN NUMBER confirmation number.  So I did that.  NOTHING.  I went to another machine, same luck.  I noticed another lady looking frustrated.  In a panicked, Ionlyhavetwominutes,wellno,really45 calm voice I asked her if she too was having issues.  She said she was.  So, into the long line I went. Other lady with the issues got behind me in line.  I glanced at the paper in her hand, and saw she was there for the 12:10 viewing!  She was now 10 minutes LATE.  I tried to hide my 1:00 ticket so she wouldn’t think i was being rude not letting her in-front of me.  But hey, I did NOT want to be late for Carrie!  I wanted the best seat in the house!  If I were to get into the theatre and NOT be able to get the prime seat (first row of the stadium seats, where you can put your feet up on the pole), I would be very very sad.  After a few minutes of standing in line, the other lady with the reservation issues just went up to the window, cutting everyone, and got her tickets. She kindly yelled out to me “just come on up here” so I did.  And when I cut everyone in line, that is when 12 year old boy said into a microphone “everyone with fandango reservations, line up over here”  so everyone did.  I got my tickets, and voila!  I was in.  Now I was a half hour early.  I was a little panicked about my seat, but tried not to break into a run.  I gave the balding man my ticket, and lo and behold, the theatre was RIGHT there.  (In college, the movie theatre we went to had about 100 theatres and different stories, some that just had concessions, so being late for a movie was a big no-no, as it could take you 20 minutes just to walk to the theatre once you had your ticket).  So.  I walked in, with my eyes closed I think.  I was afraid of what I might find.  Would I have to scour the audience for ONE seat and then excuse myself through 10 people to get to it? So then everyone would think “oh, she’s alone seeing Sex and the City, poor thing…” but, I was in luck.  There were maybe 10 people in the theatre, and MY ROW was open.  So, I shimmied right into the exact middle seat, took out my diet coke, put it in the drink holder, and put my legs UP.  Seconds later two girls came sauntering in, and sat 2 seats from me.  And, since the screen hadn’t started showing the trivia yet, they provided my waiting entertainment.  They walked in mid-conversation, and I first heard girl #1 say, “yeah, well she is so tiny, and is already back in her regular jeans after having the baby - I hope I can do that when I get pregnant.” Then girl #2, “oh GOD, I will get so HUGE when I have a baby.” Girl #1 replied “oh, PLEASE!” So, then I HAD to get a glance of these two girls who were convinced they would gain 100 lbs when they get pregnant.  I don’t think they even WEIGH 100 pounds, so maybe that extra weight will help.  I quickly learned they were coworkers.  They rattled on about weight, and I lost interest, and then the trivia started (did you know that Tom Cruise was going to become a priest, and Danny DeVito worked in a salon?!) Finally, just before the fifth repeat of the trivia, the previews started.  I love previews, as they allow me to plan for the season ahead.  But.  It’s Summer.  “Blockbuster Season.” AKA big explosions and corny romance. Nonetheless, I enjoy watching them.  During the second preview, someone came into my row (the theatre was more or less full by then) - there were two seats to the left of me, and one to the right.  So this lady LOUDLY says to me “CAN YOU MOVE DOWN ONE WE HAVE THREE PEOPLE”  great.  thanks for bringing my aloneness to the attention of the entire female heavy audience. (Note: really don’t mind going to the movies alone, I often do it, but it was THIS movie, the movie you see with your GIRLFRIENDS and  I didn’t want anyone to feel sad for me because they thought I didn’t have any girlfriends to share this moment with - I DO have them, I just didn’t get to see it with them)   After the previews, the HBO logo came on, and there was a hush in the theatre. I think I got goosebumps… and then… the theme.  Just about the first 7 notes of it, but it was enough, a cheer rose throughout the crowd, myself included.  Then I thought “can i cheer, clap, and laugh with the rest of them even though I am ALONE? yes, yes I can” The movie began with a montage of the characters with clips from the shows, with Carrie narrating, and, ladies and gentlemen, I got teary.  I think of excitement.  I’m not really sure… but it was an omen for what was to come, because I believe I cried a total of 5 times throughout.  It ended, and we clapped.  I left the theatre happy.  I took the train home, called 2 of my friends to discuss the film, left them messages, then got off at my stop, and was walking to my apartment, thinking about the movie.  I was thinking about this one part where one of the characters has a little accident in her pants, I was rethinking the scene, when I had my own Sex and the City moment.  A bird went on my arm.  No joke.  It made a little “ffft” noise, and I looked down at my arm.  And I burst out laughing.  Thankfully, I was one building away from mine, so i just lifted my arm and ran home, laughing out loud.  A true Sex And the City moment, a perfect way to end  a perfect afternoon!

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