Sex and the City Poo

Last night, Lisa, Jenn, Jessica and I all met at Lisa and Jenn's apartment to go see SATC2. Hilariously enough, we all wore fancy little black dresses with different colored shoes and purses. Apparently it was so clear what we were doing that night that men actually approached us in the bar after the movie with bets on whether we had seen the movie or not. Anyway, I was upset about yesterday's horrible movie review, so I thought I'd put up my own.

Well I have to say I was disappointed. SJP wore the ugliest black crown/hat I have ever seen in an early scene, and it didn't get a whole lot better after that. The entire movie was a plotless social message, touting everything from gay marriage to women's rights in the middle east. Now I'm all for a social message in a movie, but when Sex and the City becomes Happy Feet, that's where I draw the line. Unfortunately, nothing really happened during the entire film. There was a moment when we all wondered if Carrie was the biggest idiot in the world...well, a few of those (one of which was the wearing of that hideous hat!). And there were moments (many) when we all wanted to kill Charlotte's new baby. I have to say SATC did not develop her character enough to make her so quickly unlikeable. And yes, it is possible to make a baby unlikeable. I don't think there was a single scene in which that child wasn't screaming. Nobody wants to hear that when they come to the dreamworld of the movie theater to live in their fantasy life with their fantasy friends. However, somehow despite the lack of plot and Happy Feet-esque social agenda, it was still really fun to see with the girls.  I mean, it's still SATC!  If for no reason other than the wild outfits, I would still go see a third at the theater.  All things considered, I'm glad we all dressed up and went on opening weekend, but it wasn't the type of SATC I would buy and watch over and over again like the first.

After the movie, we went to dinner at the Tapas bar downtown, and it was so fun! We had sangria and shared a few plates, and the Ceviche was the greatest! Then we met Lisa's boyfriend and his friends at Rocketbar, and enjoyed drinks that truly tasted of Robitusson. As we weeble-wobbled home on the metro, we thoroughly enjoyed being "those people" who are loud, drunk, and obnoxious...and in your car. Nick even decided to do a chinese firedrill with a friend of his. Yes, there were other people trying to get on and off the car. No, Nick did not succeed in stealing a pool ball last night, and for that we are truly thankful. My favorite moments of the night, though, were any moment in which Derek (Nick's roomie and my fast-becoming-best-bar-friend) opened his mouth to say something. Hilarity. Derek wins MVP of the night. Can't wait to do it all again on Sunday.