spoiler for sex and the city movie... and tricks of the trade for a runny nose

When I have a runny nose I wander around the house with tissue stuffed into each nostril to catch the drips. I know, it's gross, but sometimes Demazin just doesn't cut it, and unlike my ex, A., I don't want to become addicted to nasal decongestants... so i freely admit to using the tissue-stuffed-in-nostril trick.

i went to watch the Sex and the City movie tonight with my sister, C., and my cousins D. and B. I had never really watched any of the episodes but i figured i couldn't go to salsa anyway because of my cold, so I may as well head down where all the other single females were heading.

well... let me tell you, it took me all of a millisecond to rename the single girls 'Wanker Bitches.' Sometimes i swear, i'm not denying it, but i have to say i felt an incredible need to swear continuously when i saw what some of the girls were wearing to watch a stupid movie at Highpoint. Highpoint. I've never even had to use italics in any of my posts before.

there were girls in twos, threes, fours, gangs. They were loud, giving one another's groups dirty looks to try to outdo each other. There were girls who looked like they had bridal makeup on, and there were stilletos galore. There were girls wearing clothes i wouldn't even wear clubbing - clothes I wouldn't even see salsa dancers wear in professional competitions, and they wear sweet FA. I was wearing black trackies, a purple top and a scarf, which were my work clothes. were they dressed up because they thought they were going to pick up? - impossible, the only males there were the ones who were dragged by their girlfriends. Did they think it was the correct attire to wear to watch such a movie? have i already mentioned that we watched the movie at Hightpoint?!

if you think i'm exaggerating i will name just two things i saw tonight;
1- a gold shimmery backless minidress
2- a fur coat (like actual fur, not fake)

HIGHPOINT

anyway, that's why i couldn't help but call them wanker bitches. it's not the nicest term i've come up with, but it sufficed for the night.

the movie - yeah i have bones to pick with it, but i don't know what was more annoying, the excessive girly loser crap that was happening in the movie or the idiotic girls in the theatre laughing at EVERY GODDAM THING that those 4 girls said.

like Samantha is living somewhere else, not in New York. But she goes down al the time to see the other 3. the first time they see her they scream and hug her and kiss her once on each cheek and go gaga. the second time they see her they scream and hug her and kiss her once on each cheek and go gaga. the fiftieth time (mind you, i think she spends more time in NY than her home, so really who cares?) they say 'guess who's here... Samantha!' and they all scream and hug her etc etc. and the girls in the cinemas laughed every single times, just as hard the fiftieth as they did the first. it just wasn't funny - simple.

C. told me she's going to act like that every time she runs into me in the corridor at home.

now - Carrie and Big's wedding. what is wrong with 214 people? that's only 107 from each side, and it's not like their families lived overseas or they didn't have friends. and what was so good about 75? i think i had 75 people attend my last dress up party.

why don't americans have even the slightest understanding of phone etiquette? what is so hard about saying goodbye at the end of the call? Big calls Carrie the night before the wedding, he tells her he's not sure about marrying her for goodness' sake, she mumbles some crap to him and they hang up without saying goodbye. then surprise surprise he doesn't turn up to the wedding the next day.

let me explain - you should say goodbye to close the conversation. because it was unfinished he called her the next day to try to complete what was left unsaid from the night before and she didn't pick up, therefore there was no wedding. ALL BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T SAY GOODBYE.

and finally - my nose began running halfway through the movie and all i could think about was stuffing tissue up each nostril and putting myself out of my misery.

and that is why i think i'm single... because i can't work out how to stop my runny nose to the point where i cant concentrate on anything else. oh yeah, and i look seriously gross walking around with tissues sticking out of my nose.

I know that the person i end up marrying will be the person who thinks I look cute with ripped Kleenex sticking out of my runny nose.

where are my tissues?