This weekend my friend Amanda came to visit. Saturday, we pretended to be in college and spent the entire day laying on the couch, recovering from the night before, and watching Sex and the City. It was fabulous.
I didn't really get into Sex and the City until college. We had 'country cable' growing up, so of course, there was no HBO. Oh, and I was twelve when the show started. I was too busy day dreaming about Lance Bass from NSYNC to worry about Carrie Bradshaw's Manolos. (I hadn't developed a gay-dar at 12, OK!?) Anyway, one of my freshman roommates, Tara, owned ALL the seasons. Needless to say, there were many, many Sex and the City Marathons on the fourth floor of Wright Hall. This continued to be a trend throughout the next four years. During my sophomore year, every time I got a pay check, I would go buy a season until I had the complete series. Even now, after watching every episode at least 20 times, I still laugh and/or cry each time I watch them.
On Saturday, we watched an episode from Season 4, the absolute best season, and this fight between Carrie and Aidan had us cracking up. I had to share it because it's a problem most of us can relate to....
Not enough freaking closet space + Combing two people's junk = At least one blow-out fight. Carrie and Aidan's fight just happens to be hysterical.