The much anticipated event finally happened Friday night - "Sex and the City" was released to theaters and me and some gal pals had a girls night out to enjoy catching up with the fab four from NYC. The night (and the movie) did NOT disappoint.
For the night out, this was the cast: me, my best pal at work Kell (same age as me but no kids to drive her freakin' crazy), our receptionist Sis (who is 57), a partner's assistant Sylvee (who is 50 something), and my pal from Dayton Kay (an on-the-cusp-0f-50 librarian whom I love deeeeearly). Anyway, we all met at Bluewater for cocktails with some of the "kids" from work (my term of endearment for the young male accountants of the 24 to 26 age range with whom I work). We were positioned directly across from the Bijou 7 where we were planning to see the movie. The people watching was prime - there were limos dropping off scores of well-dressed gals on their own girls night out. We pointed out our favorite pocketbooks or shoes, and we also pointed out a major fashion faux pas or two as we sipped our yummy cosmos.
Five minutes before showtime, we sashayed across the street just like Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte would (plus one) and took our seat in a VERY crowded theater (it was actually sold out but we had purchased tickets weeks before). There were two men in the crowd - I'm not kidding. It was wall to wall estrogen and the moment the movie started, a huge cheer rattled the room. Next to seeing Gloria Steinem earlier this year, attending this movie was one of the most empowering things I've done in a long time.
Despite lukewarm reviews, I loved the movie. I love the friendship that binds these characters together. I was moved to tears when Samanatha spoonfed Carrie yogurt as she nursed her broken heart. Girls...that's a true friend.
We women have a unique ability (and opportunity) to uphold our sisters, care for them, love them, help them, push them, pull them...we all should be able to understand and celebrate one another's struggle to be caregivers without losing ourselves, to love without compromising ourselves, to be unique without alienating ourselves.
On the surface, it was an enjoyable evening out, which I NEVER do for myself. But deeper than that, it gave me a rejuvenated feeling of self...I'm not Carrie, nor am I Samantha, Charlotte, Miranda. I don't live in a huge city and I don't spend hundreds of dollars on shoes. But I am a good-looking, 40-something, somewhat trendy gal with a good job, a healthy and fine family, and friends I can lean on (and sip cosmos with on a hot summer night). I'm pretty lucky. I'll never star in a movie, nor will one ever be made about me...but I felt like a star coming out of that show the other night - the star of my own life which is pretty awesome.
So if you're on the fence about going to see it - do yourself a favor but do yourself another favor and take a good friend (or three) with you.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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