Having stayed close to home since my recent foot surgery, it was a treat to venture out for some comfort food -- and to enjoy BBQ ribs with whipped sweet potato and creamed spinach for the cost of a pricey NYC cocktail ($15).
Over dinner, Tiff and I talked about the mixed blessings of revisiting old flames, the entertainment value of “Gray’s Anatomy” and other soap opera-type shows and the major girls night out we’re going to have once I’m off crutches and back on both feet again.
We also ended up on the subject of “Sex and the City” and the question of whether Carrie should have forgiven Big for getting cold feet on their wedding day. Disappointed in the movie’s fairy tale ending, Tiff said she would’ve preferred to see Carrie make a fresh start with someone new, that it stretched credulity to have her forgive Big for bailing on her yet again.
Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I admitted I was able to buy into the Cinderella storyline because Big came back after leaving Carrie stranded. Then again, I find it easier to make allowances for fictionalized characters who embody all-too-familiar commitment issues, especially when they're in the guise of Chris Noth.
One thing Tiff and I both agreed on, there probably won’t ever be a show like SATC again (sorry, “Lipstick Jungle”). Tiff has given me yet another reason to love SATC. We met a couple of months ago when I overheard her in my lobby talking about the movie.
When I’m done hobbling around, I’m looking forward to toasting our fabulous friendship -- maybe with a few cosmos in honor of the fab four who led us to each other.