Can I get an all together now, “ohmygawd, ohmygawd, ohmygawd!” I mean really, I can not contain myself. I am already trying to fill Trav in on all the gals so that he will be prepared for a Thursday night, midnight showing.
I can remember the first time I really connected with Carrie. It was “ex and the city,” when she talked about the variables that equal friends with an ex. I believe she decided vodka plus whiskey equals friends with an ex. Then there was the first time I realized that Big truly was all of us. We loved him, we hated him, but at the end of the day, we all got a bit of Big in us. That realization came during “Domino Effect.” Then the first time I cried, Brady’s first birthday with Miranda and Steve in the Laundry room, “One.”
I swore I would never see the movie. It ended with John’s name popping up on caller i.d. I lied. I was at the midnight show. My dearest main squeeze at the time sat there with me. I was indeed, “carried away.” Now a couple of years later…I can’t wait…I mean I really can’t wait. I hope for happy endings, and another fight between Batman and the Green Lantern. I wish for many scenes with a shirtless Smith Jarrod. My cup runneth over with excitement, even though judging by the poster, Carrie is turned into some kind of fembot…and even though Miley Cyrus makes a cameo…
lifetimes of paper rainbows…W the Carrie Artichoke