I’m sure by now most of you have seen Sex and the City 2. I’m sure a lot of you thought it was silly. Cause you’re too cool, right? Well to the lot of ya I say “pish”. Sure it was ridiculous, extravagant, fantastical, over-the-top, out-of-this-world, had almost zero plot line, definitely zero conflict, but I loved it. Love. Seen it twice kind of love. Would pick it over the first one kind of love. An intense love. But then again I’m completely content spending time with my girls (yes, those 4) and comparing outfits. (I’m not crazy. We’re besties.) Anyway, I wrote a semi-review for a different blog ways back right after I went to an early screening, it was censored of course, but I’m going to lean on it because I don’t want to be repetitive. That and as I said, most of you have already seen it. Oh yeah, we dressed up. Oh yeah, we’re both wearing high, high shoes. Oh yeah, we both had (and have) twisted ankles. Oh yeah.
You can read what I wrote here: Read what I wrote here! As I said it was censored (I’m just so naughty), but the only part that a) really stands out and that b) I can remember are the two expository sentences that Stanford utters, “Remember that summer I was really into cocaine? This was like that.” Yup, this movie was like that too.
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Anyway, that’s all for now. I’ve started going to those crazy early morning boot camps and if there’s no midday nap (for those of you that caught my enraged rampage on the Facebook earlier…I had no midday nap today) so this is all for now. Sparkles, sequins, animals, too-high-heels, bad jokes, bad references, “interesting” stories…and I think that sums up most posts. Ta-da!