The ugly chick who lives next door to me was making too much fucking noise on a tuesday night and I just had to get out of my apartment. For christ sakes, sometimes my apartment building seems like a dormitory. Kids now days have no respect for the privacy of others... I'm getting too old for this shit!
Therefore, I got some grub @ Chutney and ventured to San Francisco Centre to watch SEX AND THE CITY again. I thoroughly enjoyed it the second time around. Then again, I've probably seen every episode of the HBO series @ least five times.
Hell, I'm heading to NYC next week, so seeing the film again got me excited about my trip...
Some of my observations of the film: there was a scene in a Duane Reade store. I must go to a Duane Reade everyday when I'm in Manhattan. FYI, it's like Walgreens, but I like DR better...
As a loyal macuser, I noticed "Carrie Bradshaw" using a Powerbook and not a Mac Book Pro. I can tell by the power cord...
Next time I see a beautiful lady I'm going to ask her "would you like to color?" If you don't understand the reference- go see the movie. I'll probably get slapped...
Mr Big = John James Preston.
Cynthia Nixon is a fabulous actress, but when I watch her on screen, I think about her lesbian girlfriend with a mug that only a mother can love... In addition to needing to go to a gym- big time!
I think the Aidan character should have made a cameo because he co-owns the bar that Steve runs.
If I had to choose between the pad the Samantha was living in which I believe was Malibu and the penthouse apartment in Manhattan that Big bought for Carrie- I'd opt for New York City Baby!
The kid actors they used in the film were horrible!
That's it for now...
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