Just a little story I wanted to share.

A bunch of us are going to see “Sex and the City,” the movie, on Friday night. We wanted to do it up right, so we decided to see the movie, then go to Poste for drinks cosmopolitans to hash, re-hashand post-hash the glory that the movie will surely be. We had this idea a while back, but since I was put in charge of pre-ordering the tickets, I obviously forgot until a week ago. Well… by then, all the decently-timed shows were sold out. As I emailed the group (frantically) and tried to find suitable alternative times/locations (4 p.m.? midnight the night before? Virginia?)…

Chica Tip #10: Virginia is not, and never will be, a suitable alternative for anything!

… the less-than-ideal-but-not-great times were selling out. So, I made the executive decision to see it at 10:50 p.m. And I’m glad I did, because minutes after I bought our tickets, they were dunzo.

The lesson? Never let me organize important things. Oh – and dang! This movie (whether good or not) is destined for a big box-office take.

In other SATC news, since I’m flexing on Friday (!), KC and I are planning day of Sex-and-the-City prep that may or may not include some or all of the following: taking the Match Your Man quiz on the official movie website (you’ll have to click around to find it… no direct linkage), playing the Sex and the City Trivia Game (erm, not that I own it), watching my top seven, dress up like our favorite character (I call Miranda!), drinking cosmopolitans in our DIY martini glasses, debate “Feminism vs. ‘Sex and the City‘” and “Can a feminist really love Sex and the City,” mixing and drinking Samantha’s Punch, Carrie’s Cosmotini, The Charlotte, and Miranda’s Power Martini, and redecorating my studio to emmulate Carrie’s.

Okay now I’m just getting silly.