Before I could utter the word 'cosmo' to my co-worker, I heard squeals coming from the kitchen and then out burst our Vice President of our Publishing Group jumping and screaming, "Sex and the City! Sex and the City! Woohoo!" into our reception area where my co-worker and I were discussing our Friday night plans.
My jaw dropped. It's not like our VP is an unaturally quiet woman or anything, but her squeals attracted the entire office to come see what was wrong. 'No, no problem,' she admitted. 'I'm just so excited for the SATC premiere tonight. I have tickets to the 11 p.m. showing.' Most of our male co-workers went back about their business, but the rest of us just spent a good 15 minutes discussing our plans for tonight's premiere.
Sex & The City mania has officially hit my office.
For example, Small Fry took the day off so she could go to the 10 a.m. viewing and watch the movie without the crowds. One of my co-workers made her husband take the day off so she could stay in the city after work to see the movie and get martinis afterwards with her "bff's".
And my 45-year-old, gay and Cuban best friend at work has decided to leave at 4:00 to go see the 4:15 viewing at the theater down the street. And his ticket to getting out of work early? He's taking his boss to the movie with him (and he even bought her a bottle of pink champagne).
SATC is the talk of my company today. When they're going to see the show, what they're wearing, what they're eating before, what they're drinking after.
And I just can't help chiming in that I'm going to be drinking pink champagne, eating dinner at Borough Food and Drink, and seeing the Sex and the City Movie with my best girlfriends at 10:45 p.m.!