Two days ago I died and went to girly heaven. I attended the premiere of Sex and The City 2 on the larger island as planned and I had the best time. Before the actual film started, the ladies (I only spotted two men) attending were treated to nail painting, were made up by professionals, there were hairdressers styling hair, we were given a free cocktail (non-alcoholic for my friend and me) and we also had a neck massage, which I obviously couldn’t refuse. The film itself was great, if only for the clothes, interior design and THAT closet! I had never seen Carrie & co at the cinema and I must say that watching the girls on a big screen made all the difference. Just hearing the opening signature tune at that volume gave me goosebumps. My night, and also that of my friends who had to drive me back to my car, had to be cut short because I had to catch the ferry back home but I enjoyed every second of the night, not least because I was in great company.
I wish I could dissect the film scene by scene but I’ve been sworn to secrecy by other friends who haven’t seen it yet. There are some issues raised in the film which I keep thinking about and which I would like to write about but I’d be giving away part of the plot. Apart from that, I’m mentally drooling over the interior design of the two flats Carrie owns (her previous one and the one shared with Big). Big’s place is a bit much for me, except for THE closet of course, but Carrie’s old place (newly decorated during the first film) is my kind of place.