I. Have. Missed. These. Girls! It's like seeing friends I haven't seen in a while. Everytime I see the trailer, it makes me tingle in anticipation of May 30th.
For the last episode of the series, I sat in my big cushy chair, lit candles and watched intently in the dark, dreading the ending credits. It was the end of an era, people! And when Carrie came in the diner and everyone was so happy her, I bawled! Bawled!!! It was about this time that Lovey came downstairs and LAUGHED AT ME! Laughed! Because I was so caught up in the show.
He doesn't understand: I can see a part of myself in each of the girls.
Carrie is the Fashion Fetish part of me.
When I was little, my grandmama wouldn't leave the house if her purse and shoes didn't match. Do you know how long it took me to not do that? Carrie gives me the courage to wear weird stuff - even around me house - that I probably wouldn't otherwise. And like Carrie, I, too, have made "ugh" mistakes and had my heart broken and dated losers and finally found The One. For her, it's kind of hard to tell with the information floating out there. I hope it's Happily Ever After for her with Big, but I always had a soft spot for Aidan. Oooooh, Aidan!
Charlotte is the Southern Girl of Me
She is the part of me that always puts a tablecloth on the dining room table when we have company and why all my silverware matches. The reason I run around the house feverishly before people come over trying to make sure everything is in its place and that we don't live like savages.
Miranda is the Sarcastic part of me.
The reason that I PRAY it never becomes illegal to discrimate against stupid people. Because they ain't a protected class - yet!
Samantha is the Brown-Chicken-Brown-Cow part of me.
Myeah! I can be sexy if I put my mind to it. I can! Ask Lovey! Errr.don't! Guys usually say way too much about stuff when you don't want them to.
My friend Christian is excited about the movie, too. Here is what she wrote me about the Perfect Way We Would Watch the Fabulous Movie:
"In a perfect world I would fly you in my personal helicopter to Charlotte for a night of wine and chocolate and cheese.. Like an early fondue at Melting Pot... then our limo would take us to the theater, where, of course, we would display our fabulous selves and our shiny Grammy-style dresses on the red velvet carpet I made them roll out just for us. As we enter the the box office and find our favorite new pjs and cozy slippers in our personal changing areas with wine and strawberries and some chocolate. (cuz fancy shoes are uncomfortable and I can't breath in that dumb dress.)
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> Then the two thrones I had them install in the center of the top section of the theater (remove the closest seats so we are not bothered in our red cush reclinging thrones) would have a plethera of junk food and wine waiting. The audience would be LOADed with cool chics that wish they could be us, but dont hate us bc we are dang cool. They would pause it everytime we had to pee and refill our wine goblets while we refreshed in the sparkling W.C. When it was over, they would have the gossip, out takes, and favorite funny clips for all season of SitC ready for us to watch... Then we would laugh hysterically and go to a spa for a 2 hour massage (the firs thour would be wasted since we are wasted and giggling) then fly you home in your comfy jammas and fuzzy slippers. >
That would be luscious! Maybe we can wear these shirts with our jammy bottoms...
And don't forget the waterproof mascara.
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