It only comes one time a year and it’s by far the greatest excuse for a girl’s night out if I’ve ever heard of one. May 27, also known to the Carries, Samanthas, Mirandas and Charlottes of the world as the release of Sex and the City 2. Last year I celebrated the first release by attending a Sex and the City themed party with the new group of Southern Progress socialites. Dressed in the most trendy fashions we could find in our closets paired with our wannabe Manolos, we drank cosmopolitans, respectively, and ate pink Sex and the City character cupcakes. I’m a Carrie, of course. Fabulous writer, check. Fabulous curly hair, check. Fabulous jet-setting life, check. Fabulous man, check check.
Living in a city where I have yet to make a single girl friend might be difficult to repeat Sex and the City party dos. Although Shane would be up for drinking Cosmos until the Chanel comes home, he might not be thrilled to play my gay best friend Stanford for the night.
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