I can't wait for this afternoon. It's only going to be the Best. Movie. Ever.
Me and all the gal pals (of which I have none) are going to hit the coffee shop and dish about everything. Who's not talking to whom and why, which minivan is best on gas mileage, what's wrong with our mates, best place for manis and pedis, talk about how much we like make up, lipstick, and pretty little frilly things and our feelings.
Then we'll hit the matinee before we have to pick up the urchins from school.
And while I can't wait for Sex in the Suburbs, I have heard some disturbing things about the production. First, the city turns out to be Schenectady. And they could only get Sarah Jessica Parker to say her lines by rubbing peanut butter on her upper lip. And she was a little distracted during the press tour because of her upcoming preparations for the Belmont Stakes.
I always liked her more when she was just a Square Peg.