Movies

My friend, S, had to go see Sex and the City 2 with his fiancée. Never mind that she was also going to see it the next day with her girlfriends. She needed someone to accompany her to the opening. And so S went. Ever the glass full kind of guy, he was just grateful that she didn't make him go to the midnight screening.

"That's over the line!" said one of my other male buddies, shaking his head. "I'll go shopping with her for feminine hygiene products. I'll even go to Victoria's Secret. Alone. But man! Sex and the City? That's over the line."

"I would've made an ultimatum," said another friend, who'd gotten married a few weeks ago. "The movie or the wedding, Honey."

I met up with S the next day to watch Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time. I want my 2 hours back! But at least it washed the taste out of S's mouth. He was visibly unscathed from the previous day's proceedings. Then again, S is made of sterner stuff than I. I would've spent the entire movie whimpering in my seat and then emerged from the theater, a sad, gibbering husk.

I wish I had someone to drag me to see Sex and the City 2. :)