satc, at long last.

I could write about all the reasons I cried during Sex and the City: the Movie, or I could just bypass it and say how much I loved it. Yeah, it was probably pretty cliche, but it was also pretty great. I cried because I was happy, because I was sad, because I love these characters. I would be lying if I said I didn't cry for the New Yorkness of it all, too, because I did.
I'd like to be able to write something that actually means...something about the movie so I'm not just a squealy fangirl, but I'm tired now. So maybe tomorrow. Or maybe not tomorrow, because I work a lot, and maybe not Sunday because I work a lot then, too. But soon.