Sex and the City: eh

It wasn't horrible. Parts were funny. Parts were, um, retarded. Because I was conned into getting a diet Coke the size of my head, I had to get up and go to the bathroom right around New Year's Eve, and I was not at all bothered to miss a bit or to disturb everyone else in the theater. That eh.

It was nice to go see it with M, who I haven't seen much of in the past few months. Since you can't talk during a movie, we talked after, over dinner and then over too many drinks.