Pink Eye and the Stars...

So, i am just as excited about going to see Sex and the City as the next 30 something yr old chick who's been cruising for a Carrie fix for the last 4 years, right? So I've made my movie date with a girlfriend (the hubby won't be caught dead near a theatre lest he lose his manly "cool points"). I've got my NS snacks on hand to ward off the evil overpriced but oh-so-tasty movie muff (I'll give you background on the term "muff" later), when i wake up to this:



That's right - pink eye or less commonly - conjunctivitis. So Pink Eye and the Stars have aligned and conspired to keep me from seeing [my] world premiere of Sex and the City, The Movie. The hell!! I will be damned if I'll let a little itchy, puffy, redness keep me from watching Carrie (and me in my head) strut her stuff across NYC, marry Big and live happily ever after. Hellllllllll to the nooooooooo. So i will be up in the theater tonight, spreading pink eye to unsuspecting co-theatre goers as i soak up the sights, sounds and escapades of Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha wreaking havoc once again.