This is the story of how I came to be "convinced of the hex" when it came to my attempts to see advanced screenings of a certain HBO-show-turned-feature-film.
Before the first Sex and the City movie came out, which was in the summer of 2008, a few of my friends decided we would prepare ourselves by crash-coursing on the entire series. Our most Carrie-crazy girlfriend actually had all the seasons on DVD, so once a week or so, we would settle in at her house for a marathon evening of episodes.
I don't think we made it through every single episode, but we did make it pretty dang far. And then, as its summer release date approached, I heard about an upcoming SATC event that would be taking place at Biltmore Fashion Park. As a matter of fact, I learned of the festivities via my then brand-new job working for the magazine here Phoenix. A press release had been sent to us outlining all the fun and asking whether or not we wanted to cover the event.
Well, whether the magazine was going to cover the event or not, I wanted to go! There was going to be passed appetizers, cocktails, gift bags, a fashion show, and more, as well as a ticket for an advanced showing of the movie. I had to go. And I had to tell my girls. So I forwarded them the information, and they were all in. We each bought our tickets and then anxiously awaited for the Thursday of the event to arrive.
I had begun my job at the magazine in March, however, and this event was only a few months later -- May, I think. So I should point out that at that time, I had no idea the time commitment nightmares that were in store for me ...
The day of the event, I was working. It was print week, and the rest of the staff and I were up to our ears in proofs to be sent to press. But, I just thought that that's how that week worked. NEVER did I imagine happening what really went down, which was that 6:00 came and went and I was made to stay at the office. In fact, I was there long, long, long after I had to call my friends and tell them I wouldn't be able to join them ... I was asked to work until something like 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning. Same situation the day after.
And so I missed the SATC event and my girls went without me and had a blast. My ticket was given to one of the girl's mothers so that she could go in my place and live it up. "Next time," we all said, and I looked forward to the rumored SATC sequel ...
This year, after much speculation, confirmation and anticipation, the release date for SATC 2 was announced. And this time, several dozen venues around town clued in to the mass market appeal the movie had for women and decided to capitalize on this (so smart!) by organizing silly, frilly events for lady folk. I narrowed them down to the one that I thought sounded like the most fun for the best price, with advanced screening included, on the evening that most of us would be able to attend. And when tickets went on sale, we all started logging onto the site to buy ours so that we could try this all over again the proper way.
E-mails started coming to me from each of them as they confirmed they had been able to purchase their tickets. And now I'll spare you the long and boring technology-related details, but suffice to say my purchasing process suffered from some kind of website glitch. And when I called the organizers to inquire/gently complain, nothing could make them budge and give me a ticket. Not even the fact that I made up some story about how I was the heiress to the throne of an obscure Mediterranean country. (OK, I didn't really go that far. But if I said I hadn't considered it at the time, I would be lying.)
And so there it was, for the second time a SATC movie had been released, an event was held, it was my idea to go, I talked everyone into it, and then the universe conspired against me. How. Rude.
The day before the event I had to inform one of my friend's that I wasn't going to be able to go along (again). She was dumbfounded by my bad luck. (Which, after these 26 years, is not nearly as shocking to me as it is to others I guess.) I laughed about it, because what else could I do, and after all, it is just a silly, frilly movie and a silly, frilly little event for it ...
And then the next morning, early, the day of the event and screening, my friend called me. Her mother, whom had been given my ticket two years ago when I missed the first movie due to
And so I got to go after all! And, what's more is that another of our friends ended up having a work disaster that day and had to forfeit her own ticket to our friend's mom!
So that is the story of the making and the breaking of my SATC curse. Things to consider:
1. Sometimes a girl has to work. And sometimes she misses out on fun things because of it. Next time, break a window and get the heck out of there.
2. Any time it would seem a hex has been placed on you, always try to pass it off to a friend.
3. Moms are usually awesome. Even ones that aren't yours.
4. Remember: When in doubt, Carrie on.
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