Yesterday right after work I rushed off to Circuit City to pick up a copy of Sex and the City: The Movie....and I've watched it twice since then. I love that movie.
No, I love love love that movie.
When I first saw it back on May 30 (btw this is the one movie where I remember the date it premiered, how crazy is that?) I walked out the theater tired but also feeling like I had closure. And I still feel that way. Every time the movie ends I just sigh and I feel....satisfied. Yeah, I hate how Carrie and Big got back together, AGAIN, but at the same time, it just works. Some folks are just meant to be together, and no amount of breaking up and getting back together will stop that.
Tonight as I watched the move (instead of packing like I was supposed to be doing) I reflected briefly on the loves of my own life. I still feel like I've only had one great love (HW for those who know me) but that's wasn't THE GREAT LOVE - you know, the love that keeps you coming back, the love that nothing or no one can keep a part, a love that you just can't shake or get out of your system, no matter how hard you try. I know it is meant for me one day, but not today, and I'm fine with that. I don't think I could handle it if it came to me today. But just the idea of having that kind of love (minus the standing up at the wedding and whatnot) makes me smile. I no longer fear going through life and not being loved. I know it is in the universe for me.
I also decided that I need several items from the movie, post haste. I had almost forgotten how fab the fashion was in this film.