I am so excited I can barely sit still to type.

It's SEX AND THE CITY THE MOVIE weekend! (If you didn't watch the series this will be a pretty boring blog.)

You might have noticed-- the gals have been all over the morning news programs and talk shows. Much to my dismay. Every time I see them, I turn the channel. I don't want to hear a peep about the movie -- not one little tidbit. I just want to go and immerse myself in the lives of Carrie and Samantha and Miranda and Charlotte. I don't want to have knowledge of a single bit of information about what happens until I'm sitting there, eating Raisinettes and popcorn and drinking it all in. 

I didn't even start watching Sex and the City until the whole series had ended. I caught an episode on TBS while I was on maternity leave after Ava was born and thought it was great. I happened to mention it to my friend Leigh Anne, and she immediately ordered me to stop watching the sanitized version and brought me over all her DVDs of the series. It became my one mindless, guilty pleasure... when Claire was at preschool, I would watch. When the girls were asleep, I would watch. I tried to finish all 6 seasons before I returned to work, but I didn't quite make it. So I would come home at midnight and watch an episode. Or two. It was glorious! 

So now... the movie. A certain girlfriend at work, let's say she's kind of our resident Carrie, and I have been talking about this and looking forward to it for weeks. Well I guess there's no sense in protecting her identity. It's Jessica Ralston. I swear if you've talked to her, you'll notice her sense of humor is very much like Carrie's. She's HILARIOUS. Anyway, unlike me, Jessica has spent far too much time Googling information. And what she found was not good. That's all I know-- because I refuse to listen to the details. I do this LALALALALAICAN'THEARYOUSTOPTALKINGPLEASELALALALALALA with my fingers in my ears whenever she starts talking about the movie.

When I say "not good", I don't mean the movie's getting bad reviews. My efforts to isolate myself from any and all information have failed in that I at least know the movie's not going over well with the critics. I don't really care about that. What Jessica and I are obsessing over is whether they (the movie writers) messed everything up. We are quite concerned. If Carrie doesn't marry Big and live happily ever after I will be livid. If Miranda and Steve and Brady aren't happy as little bugs in a log I will be furious. If Samantha and Smith aren't still totally in love I will spit out my Raisinettes. And if something happens to Charlotte and Harry... well... I can't even think about it.  

So now that I think about it, the version of the movie I want to see would be pretty boring. Okay I guess a few bad things have to happen along the way but in the end they better not mess everything up!

Jessica, and I hope Leigh Anne, and hopefully a few more of us girlfriends will be going to see the movie this weekend. Because Jessica's working tonight and running in her big 5K tomorrow, and my daughter Claire's dance recital is tomorrow night, we can't go until Sunday afternoon... but I won't swear we won't strap on our highest heels and go enjoy some indulgent girl time!

Penny