Sorry to keep you waiting, my adoring fan (yes, fan, singular. Hi Mom!). I have had a busy two weeks in real life, but I’m back. Luckily, Season Five only has eight episodes, due to SJP’s pregnancy, so I will be able to catch up with my viewing.
I’d like to point out that the buzz is definitely brewing for the movie. The London premiere was this week, and SJP wore some crrrazy hat that has everybody talking. I also heard the movie got panned in the London review, but I’m not going to read that just yet. And SJP is on the cover of Vogue, and I can’t even open my copy because I’m scared I’ll learn something I don’t want to know.
But the biggest “oh God, everybody jump on the bandwagon” moment for me was today when I went to Blockbuster to rent a season, just like I’ve been doing every week for the past month, and there was a big gaping hole in the television section. I ran over to DVD-shelving-guy and screamed “where is Sex and the City? There’s a whole row missing!” Apparently he didn’t see my wide-eyed, fangrrrl look of frenzy, because he pointed over to the “Hot for summer” shelf (or something similarly stupidly titled) and said “They’re over there because the movie is coming out soon.” No shit, Sherlock.
Anyway, on with Season Four…