A few weeks ago Stacy and Cassidy amazed me yet again: they started talking all upper East Side Manhattan and saying the most delightful frases. Like:
After a few racy one liners about the phallic nature of a tripod, they revealed to me that this was an impression of the infamous Samantha Jones from the infamous Sex and the CIty.
It's funny, I was NOT allowed to watch this show when I was little but I grew up hearing the title and with a vague idea of who Sarah Jessica Parker was. But as I write this very post I am currently sitting with the girls at brunch (well they're at brunch) and am immersed in the SATC universe...
I can't not talk like Samantha.
I have acquired approximately 6 pairs of shoes since I started watching. Life on the Lower South Side of the Upper West Side of the Pacific Northwest has never been better.
As I write this I am gingerly sipping a Collegepolitan, the classier version of a cosmo, and I wonder: at what point does life cease to imitate art? Are we just doomed to repeat whatever it is we see portrayed on a screen?
All I know is, you won't catch me dead with a giant fake carnation pinned to my blouse.
I've been to brunch everyday this week.
Today I tried to hail a cab in Downtown Bellingham. I was greeted by strangers waving from their Subaru Outbacks.
I'm starting to feel more and more fabulous throughout the days, and I've been actively narrating my entire life. My friends think I'm crazy but then again, they can't get enough of it either.
As we roamed around Target, willing to dive into debt for the sake of affordable fashion and makeup, I wondered: why did I ever bother going into debt for school when all the education I need was free with a Spotify subscription on HBO?
It turns out, life as a hardworking single woman in her 30s isn't as glamorous as it sounds.
The constant cocktails have really taken their toll. After weeks of hearing slurs from the late 90s/early 2000s, my ears have actually imploded.
As I approach the end of it all I'm starting to realize that almost every problem in this show could be solved with better communication. The outfits begin to look drab to me. Not even my new found love for designer clothes can fill the hole that has been left. I cannot go on knowing there's only one season and two films I haven't watched...
On the real though, I'm glad that Stace and Cass passed their obsession onto me. Maybe SATC is their inspiration for always bringing their fabulous A-game to their work and lives. Or maybe they've just been soaking up the benefits of living in fabulous Bellingham. The only thing I know for sure, is that strong female friendships are a great recipe for success.