The Playa girls outing to see Sex and the City was a big success, I think we had 15 or 17 women! The weather was rainy and ugly, so many of us didn’t dress up, but we still made quite an impression walking into the theater, like some wild-eyed, all-girl version of one of the crazily-dressed gangs in Warriors.

The general consensus was that we loved the movie. There were a couple who thought it was too slow/heavy/not funny. I really enjoyed it, and the cliché was true: I laughed, I cried. Maybe it was a sentimental reaction to my missing those 4 women, but I don’t think so. Mostly I think I envy the strength of their friendships. Several of my commenters have said they wanted to slap Carrie at the end, and all I can say is that you wenches scared the crap out of me in advance with that, but that the end played out JUST the way I wanted it to. I think y’all are much tougher girls than I am.

In one part of the movie, the girls go to a resort in Mexico, and prissy Charlotte refuses to eat/drink anything but pudding cups (made in Poughkeepsie) and bottled water because they are the only things she knows are “safe.” Samantha tells her she’s being ridiculous, that they are staying in a 5 star resort. “But…it’s Mexico!” Charlotte hisses. All of us laughed explosively. Immediately afterward, however, I felt really uncomfortable, thinking that perhaps the Mexicans in the audience wouldn’t understand that we were laughing at Charlotte’s idiocy, and NOT at the “insult” to Mexico. I mean, they don’t know we live, eat, and drink here; to them we might have just been a group of gringa tourists laughing at their country. At any rate, I was too nervous to laugh at subsequent “eating in Mexico” jokes.

I’m going back to see it again tonight with my friend Jilly. Don’t tell anyone. The movie was only 29 pesos on Wednesday, so combined with tonight’s 45 peso entrance, it will still be cheaper than it would have been seeing it in the US, so that’s my justification and I’m sticking with it.

I have very few photographs, and the ones I have aren’t very good. I ended up wearing one of the 3 dresses I own, a 20s inspired ice-skating-costume-looking black number with copper sequins. I was way overdressed, just the way I like it.

Lovely Natalia, with the giant umbrella we all tried to steal when the lights went out in the theater

Pretty Michele, in a dress!

Karen and Jeannie brightening up the gray day

Sexy Ms. Susan

Sara and Pamela

Sara and Me

I finally got to meet Mexico or Bust Allie. Playa seems to attract the most beautiful women. If I had known this before I moved here, I think I might have moved somewhere else, where I might get a chance to shine once in a while. Hee hee!

In my opinion, this is the greatest invention since Alexander Graham Bell said, “Come here, Watson—I want you!”

After the movie, women scattered in all 4 directions. Andrea swore her car was stolen and insisted she needed to call security, until her friend helpfully pointed out that she’d actually parked somewhere else . Some of us reconvened at Dirty Martini, a new lounge on 1st avenue between Calles 10 and 12.

Sara and I had pomegranate “martinis,” an update on the SATC-approved Cosmopolitans. We are so fancy.

Susan and Debora

We’ve all decided that Wednesday night at the movies will be a semi-regular thing for us, and why not? We might even allow some boys to join us every once in a while. But don’t hold your breath, fellas.