Another Saturday night, another LAZY night in.
Cold, wind whistling outside, and freezing icy air, so takeaway (noodles) was necessary.
Blast the heater up and put on trakkies.
Hot showers and ultra-bubbly bubble baths: I had the hot shower – baby girl was fortunate enough to have the bathtub full of foamy bubbles.
A little bit of “Hokey Pokey, and then you shake it all around…”
Some warm milk, TV channel flipping –
Oh. Hang on. What do I see here?
Sex and the City eps back-to-back on Foxtel.
Why do we glean such pleasure from watching our fave shows/movies on TV, when in fact we have the DVDs at home? This continually puzzles me, why something I haven’t watched for ages, suddenly becomes a must when your old-time characters are staring back at you from the small screen.
Suddenly, you must drop everything and watch. Like you DON’T KNOW what’s going to happen.
And I happened across a repeat SATC, in fact, one of the most brilliant ones… I happened across the Finale 🙂
And so I watched. Hubbie and baby girl also chimed in and watched Carrie chase Big up the stairs, and then they came crashing down on the floor in a fit of laughter.
I saw Big say to Carrie “you’re the one.”
I heard him also say “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
And then I saw her walk into a New York café where her friends were sitting, unexpectedly screaming in excitement as she walked in.
And I was sitting there, just beaming.
Just great. Great 🙂 Love this show.
For anyone in Melbourne, reading this right now, and who has Foxtel, they have followed this up with more back to back SATC eps – starting from the very beginning: S1, E1.
I mean, if you want to. Or you could just pop on your DVD player, or Netflix. But that’s too hard…