When I went to see Sex and The City on Friday....I went to the theater a few blocks from me, I showed up with contraband junior mints in my Burberry purse, and set to sit in a dark theater for 2+ hours and just enjoy my "girl time" before the mean cheese arrived for the weekend.
So, you can imagine my dismay...when I go to buy my ticket and the owner of the theater is not back yet with the actual film....he's late, and the first showing is moved to 7:00...now this is a small theater, not a corporate run monster, so I understand things happen, but with MY movie.
seriously, I almost burst into tears.
So my Bubs who was nice enough to walk me into the theater just looked at me with that "I am so sorry" look and we left.
Now you have to understand, all day I was planning, I was waiting.
Total let down. So I made a plan then, I would see the movie Sunday at 4:00 and would have to remain Spoiler free until then.
It would be rough, especially with my addiction to Spoilers and celeb gossip.
So with a broken heart, my bubs and I decide to run errands before we get the mean cheese. We decide to head into the ghetto to our old post office so I can check the PO box as I had heard from a little birdy that I had a present in there waiting for me (Thank you Tara, it rocked).
So we get to the post office and out front is a rather large man who apparently in his street lingo is trying to sell us drugs. He asks my bubs and I if we need any "jobs" (and when he said "jobs" you could hear the italics in his voice), we were silent, he went on to tell us that if we had any friends that needed "jobs" that he had all different kinds, jobs for everyone.
um, no thanks.
we enter the PO and notice that there is a long line that stretches to the door almost. As we were fighting our way to our post office box, were were laughing and loudly making fun of the man who tried to very lamely sell us these "jobs"
I notice a large woman giving me the stink eye, I'm not phased, after all I am laughing and having a good time and holding a great purse and have my great guy. Getting mean looks tends to happen.
We check the po box and head back to the door....this is when I see the large mean woman kissing the "job selling" dude from out front. As we walk buy them, she purposely steps into me and as hard as she can....elbows me in the middle of my back on my spine.
now they were huge, her job seller and her, so we bit our tongues and left, laughing at them, all the while I am kind of saying ow at the same time.
So....that was my day, my story of the time I tried to see Sex and The City on opening day.
oh, and in case you are wondering I did see it on Sunday and it was amazing, yes there are faults, but overall amazing. I laughed, I cried, I swore under my breath that a woman brought a baby who happened to start crying at a pivotal scene that happens to take place outside the New York Library (for those of you who saw the movie, you know what I mean).
Yeah...the woman finally brought her baby out, but I was still really upset...who brings a baby to see Sex and The City????? It's not like it's a Yorkie in a handbag...it's a damn baby.
anyway...if you are a fan of the show, see the movie, see it twice actually because the first time you will be so wrapped up in the movie that you will forget all about what they are wearing.
I know I need to see it again, just for that.