So I saw it: Sex and the City the movie with my girlfriends. It was a cliched chick flick night and I couldn’t have asked for anything more perfect. I don’t even think it’s wrong that I cried. More than once. Alright, more than four times.
SO worth it. SO worth all the buzz, and so worth not coming home until 10:30. I wish it could have lasted longer. I know that sounds ridiculous, but I don’t care. What can I say? I got carried away.