I think everyone and their mother is going to see the Sex and the City movie tonight but me. It’s honestly my own fault for procrastinating, but maybe that was my subconscious telling me that I really didn’t want to stand in that line for an hour or more waiting to get a good seat that ends up being three rows from the front anyway. Or maybe that right there is just my rationale trying to make me not feel bad about procrastinating.

Either way, I’m not going. So I’m going to think of other things besides Sex and the City that would be good tonight.

What about Soup and the Kitchen. That’s what I could have for dinner…and where I could have it for that matter. Although I had miso soup for lunch, so let’s try again.

Okay, Sharp Nails and the Old Kids Bedroom, meaning I could hang up some nifty wall art that I bought the other day on my freshly painted green wall in the room that some kid used to live in. How do I know this? There was a panda border on the walls and panda stickers on the blades of the fan. It was either a kid or someone who really liked pandas...cough-cough-freak-cough… excuse me, tickle in the throat. But really that would only take like seven minutes. What to do with the rest of the night?

Umm…Sewing and the Cat. I could make those pillows I’ve been talking about making for the last year and half and hang out with my cat. I do have about ten bags of polyester stuffing in my closet room, and the cat has been alone all day. But reading that back just makes me sound like that weird old lady…with lots of cats and cat figurines. And the pillows are probably in the shape of cats. And there’s a cat maze throughout the house for all the cats. And the cats have cat outfits. Woah.

How about Shoes and the Closet? I could organize my shoes and my other closet items by color and style? That’s sort of Carrie Bradshaw-ish. Spend some time with my clothes in the closet room. But it gets kind of hot in there since there is no air vent, just a fan.

I got it. Salad and the Cable television. I could have a big, exciting salad and eat it while watching incredibly interesting cable television. Right, except I don’t have cable and the salad I have is one of those bagged ones. Not that big or exciting.

The night doesn’t look terribly promising from these last few brilliant ideas. So when everyone else and their mother’s third cousin twice removed are seeing this movie and reliving the series with all the fashion and flings, the men and the New York magic, all those cosmos and the four friends that changed television for any girl who watched the show, I will be at home—probably watching Sex and the City when it comes on syndication at midnight. Can’t wait.