The estrogen fest continues.
Last night I went alone to see Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2. I know, SOOOOO corny, right?
Except, did you see Alexis Bledel's hair? And clothes? Oh, yes please. I found myself casually coveting everything that she wore in the whole movie. That is my new way to describe my ideal style.
My enduring love for Rory lives on.
One time someone said that I look like her and, while I don't really agree, I took it as a very nice compliment and have remembered it since.
On the way home from the theater I got a little choked up because I thought about all the great female friends who live so far away from me and who I've done a HORRIBLE job at keeping in touch with. I've had some truly great friends in my life and I need to step up the level of personal effort to keep those relationships strong. So thanks, makers-of-a-predictable-corny-cheesball-movie, for reminding me about what is important to me.
Who ever would have thought I'd get such a stunning realization from pre-teen chick-lit turned g-rated sex and the city alternative ?