I was a little disheartened to see the clouds overhead. And then to top it all off, the weather service had issued a tornado watch for damn near the entire Mid-Atlantic! But as a true lover of anything, it did not stop my hunger to see those 4 crazy girls back together again. And this time, on a screen way bigger than the one in my living room and sitting elbow-to-elbow with others who shared my craving. Let's face it, all of us have been suffering with hunger pains since Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha left the all-too-cosy 9:00 time slot on Sunday nights. The Sunday night ritual has become a Sunday night pasttime that we may reflect on at the censorship of TBS syndications or at the insert of one of their hilarious seasons' DVDs. As for me, SATC was so encoded in my DNA that I wouldn't even give Desperate Housewives a chance! I protested the Sunday night primetime hour in a hope that all SATC lovers everywhere would join in, and nearly force HBO and Michael Patrick King to reconsider pulling the plug on our four beloved NYC ladies!
Okay, okay...the night of the show....I know, I know...but I had to set the scene first. True to the modern girl ritual, there's the traditional visit of a mall/boutique. Well my friend and I opted for an easier and less hectic pre-show warm-up, IKEA. And after perusing through rows and rows of contempo-European style that made me reconsider my already chosen color palette and the cats and dogs downpour overhead....we finally realized it was time to get ready. The other half of our party were all scattered throughout the city DC/Baltimore finalizing accessories, hair up or wig, dress or skirt, and stiletto or flat (Hey, I know...flat? But it was raining crazy!). After several changes, without the luxury of Patricia Field...we headed to our destination, minus the rain drops : ). It was nearing the 6:00 hour and we were hoping to make it to Georgetown in enough time to find a park and hopefully hold down a seat that wouldn't cause neck cramping after the show. Parking? Not a problem! Seats? Let's just say it was 6:10 and maybe 85% of the theater was almost full. So we took our elderly seats, neck cushion in tow (psyche!) and sat with our own anxious anticipation of what we were going to see. We had all closed our ears to the critics of (un-SATC tv fans), and those who had already indulged in the cinema showing. So we were ready, as green as St. Patrick's Day!
The movie...Hmmm....without giving it away to others that have not had the opportunity to see...I will not spoil it. But, I will say this...it's the best movie since
The Color Purple (and that movie debuted in 1985!) I never wanted it to end, not a second. I didn't even want it to rush...Michael Patrick King served us well!!!! All the characters, were all the same. Every one of them played their roles as if they never left the city. I was thoroughly pleased. I laughed, I "amen"ed, and of course, I cried. It's amazing how four fictional characters, are so much
like each one of us. I mean, not as an individual. I'm not exclusively a Carrie, a Miranda, a Charlotte, or a Samantha. But I've been each of them, at any day or time in my life. There was the Carrie period - college years, shopping till I dropped my credit score to an embarrassing number that made a car salesman laugh in my face when I attempted to get my first new car! Miranda, now she still pops her head out on occasion...cynical, realist, control freak, tells it just the way it is...and has a hard time adapting to the idea of losing control. Charlotte, oh how I'm a sucker for love. I think I'm the last one left, though. There's a part in the movie where she says something about how her life is so wonderful, but something bad has to happen because....well, I won't say why. But I totally felt her on that. Charlotte was for a long time the hopeless romantic, who never gave up on love and true to die-hards everywhere, she found it. And Samantha, oh how I'm sure, my friends will nod their heads as confirmation that that's who I should identify myself with...but not for obvious reasons. I'm blunt as hell!!!! And especially when it comes to talking about sex! I haven't had the triple-digits of men that Samantha has either, but I think the last time I counted it was (cough)...so I think that makes me closer to the virgin side. However, all of them had pretty numerous sexcapades. But back to Samantha...she's the part of me that has a hard time wrapping my mind and heart around this thing called love. She's as sweet as pie and would do anything for the three girls that she loves...but has a difficult time loving the man, she loves to f#@!
The movie was over and we headed for a seafood restaurant where all five of us could talk about the movie and drink Cosmos. (Although I opted for a bottle of Riesling, sorry I'm a wino!) After stuffing our bellies and emptying our wallets, we sealed the deal in Adam's Morgan at Lauriol Plaza. I was drunk at this point and having a blast as we ran our mouths, bumped into old college friends, jumped on someone's tab, and had a great time screaming over the crowded bar noise. I tried be a little Samantha-esque and use my girlfriend's "Thing 1 & Thing 2" as bait for our potential drinks! LOL! So we got a Martini Swirl (Wet Willy's style) and I polished it off before the ice could melt.
What a grand time! Five girls (one single, and the rest of us, well...I know I'm kinda single, I guess it depends on the day you ask me...and well, I think four of us are single and one has been Charlotte'd away, I suppose) had a great time reliving 1998-2004. I was pleased
barely walking into my girlfriend's home, still wary from the spirits..but I think it would have been even greater, if I had
colored...all night long! : )
My question is, beyond the places that are obvious tourist attractions...where are great places to visit that we might not get a AAA discount or a hotel staff speaking the English language? Well, I've been watching the Travel Channel rather frequently and discovered some interesting places.
