Music & Art: All Shook Down.
Last end of day I had a silent affair relish none other: I went to get the idea Sex and the City at the Sundance/Kabuki Theater. It wasn’t the film itself that made the tenebrosity (although I give the coating two thumbs up; loved it), it was the total pomp and affair with the crowd around it. Women were there in packs of six and eight friends, all of them dressed to the nines in heels and closely dresses. Do men do the same for their movies? Do they all title one another and conclusion to attire khaki bloomers and floppy hats to reflect Indiana Jones? I don’t deliberate so.
But Sex and the City inspired more well-dressed women than I’ve ever seen at a movie. And I’ll admit, I was split up of the blackguard ‘n’ hardly ever equip group myself — we had ten ladies in our crew. The two bars at the Kabuki (bars which, I should add, head in a urban area where you have to skulk your hooch into most theaters) were crammed with women ordering the signature Sex and the City cosmos. When we got to the fore of the line, my ally and I ordered wine.
The bartender was so blithe we hadn’t said cosmos that he “gave us a dazzling rush as a gratitude you.” Ha. Once the moving picture started, the ladies (and the scattered homosexual men, and the even fewer men there on dates) set their cocktails and wine glasses on their cheap tables to conceal their hands cost-free for cheering.
When the treatise number started, the unimpaired theater was hooting. When Samantha came on, they were hooting again. When Charlotte said some first-rate words for someone who’d spurned Carrie, there was more clapping.
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