CARRIE FEVER, AND THEN IT'S ALL OVER...

*No spoilers*

We went, we saw, we drank Cosmos, we sat in a packed out cinema full of well dressed women and one man. I know the film isn't released until tomorrow worldwide so I won't spoil it for everyone by going on about the actual film too much (everyone and their Manolos will be doing that soon enough anyway.)

I went to meet my friend in the bar adjacent to the cinema. We thought, of course that they'd put on a special cocktail for the occasion. When I opened the door I saw: a sea of young women, dressed with more thought and care than usual on a Wednesday evening. No crazy get ups, just a heel here, an armful of bangles there, a slash of lipstick. The bar was busier than on a Saturday night and it was as if all the men on the planet had suddenly disappeared and all the women were having a party to celebrate. The staff, however, was a different matter. Having hugely underestimated the power of the opening night of the Sex and the City movie, they were running around perspiring and flushed, trying to keep up with the demand for cocktails. I didn't even know they had a cocktail menu. I don't think most of them knew they had a cocktail menu until someone dug it out of a box somewhere. But there weren't any Cosmos on it. I made do with some kind of champagne cocktail until I saw a waiter carrying (ha!) a suspiciously pink looking drink in a martini glass. I beckoned him over. He looked scared. Emboldened by the return of Carrie and co I said; "Did I just see you with a Cosmopolitan?" He flinched and weakly muttered, "Yes." "We'll have two of those then." And I tell you: Before I went out I felt a little ridiculous choosing to wear heels to the cinema and I was thinking I'd feel silly ordering a Cosmo but - those things are delicious! As they say in the film; (I think this part has been shown all over the place so it's not really a spoiler) why did we ever stop drinking these? Yeah, why did it feel so deliciously indulgent to think about what you're wearing and order a cocktail on a Wednesday night? And rare? I couldn't remember the last time I'd done that. Probably about four years ago. I got to wondering....in an annoying Carrie style voiceover. Hee, Carrie thankfully only says that once in the film and Samantha never says, "Honey, lemme tell you..." at all as far as I can remember.

So the film: Well, I had bought tickets three weeks ago in a fit of organized dorkdom and just two days later the entire thing was sold out - every performance. It's so rare that a film opens in England before the US - amazing actually. Any people (or actors) who felt annoyed by this quirk of scheduling: just let us have this one, okay? Usually we have to wait up to two years for films to come out here. It was a great atmosphere that I don't think any Ironman or Batman or whatever could compete with. It was funny and sad, a real story sugar coated in Givenchy and sprinkled with Proenza Schouler. My favourite outfit of Carrie's was this one:

And that's all I'm going to say for now.