Sex and The City...Again

I know I've written about this before, but it's really weird when I turn on the tv at 1 AM to find a Sex and the City episode or two in a row that parallel my own life in regard to men or friends.

Tonight the first episode was about Big leaving New York. Apparently she found out after she called him. What a shocker. "Hey let's get together. What?! You're leaving?! Why didn't you tell me." Enough of that though.

The episode currently playing is about several things. Samantha's boyfriend, who she was in love with, cheated on her. So he kept calling and calling until she met him at a japanese restaurant. He ordered her a dirty martini. She threw it in his face and said "dirty martini, dirty man" and walked out in that 'I know you want me and I'm strong, sexy and confident even though you cheated on me.'

Of course I don't relate to that. I just relate to her ability to charm almost any guy she comes across. It's really not that difficult...kind of like men aren't that complicated. No one is if you're one of those observant people.

It's the first episode where Miranda is a mother. The other girls go off shopping and chasing sailors while she has to go home and take care of her baby. Then Carrie visits, but Miranda is so distracted that she doesn't hear half of what Carrie says....

I'm there. Not because I have a human baby, but because I have a 60 pound puppy who acts like a toddler. So I understand that she just wants to live a normal life. I love Luca to death, but I need a break every now and then. When I first got him it was like he was my only company. It was kind of lonely and what was worse, was hearing about everyone getting together and doing stuff. They'd invite me, but it's not like I could leave him. It was frustrating, because no one really understood how hard it was. Still is, but it's getting better.

Good to know that I have the ability to be a mother...way way in the future. If anything it has given me a clearer picture of what it's going to be like...way way in the future. Speaking of which, I've come to the decision that adopted kids need the best parents possible otherwise we'll be really fucked up. The parents need to know how to listen really well, who don't offer advice (to their young adult children) unless they ask or it's really needed, who have a lot of time to devote (way more than with other kids), who make sure the children know about their heritage and birth family, who understand that the children are going to have a lot of feelings about being adopted and be able to address them, and other stuff too...

On a separate note, I just watched the Lopez show. The advertisements for it looked ridiculous, so I never really considered watching it. I kind of liked it though. There were some good jokes, some spanish, some latino references. It was very...latino. I liked it. It's the kind of thing I miss about New York.

I'm kind of looking forward to this weekend...finally. All women. All weekend. I feel like my head is pretty clear, but this weekend will clear it even more. I'll come back a freer, more relaxed person. So, while I would rather see Luke this weekend, I think this will probably be a pretty good alternative. Plus I don't have to take care of Luca! Vacation! Woo! I don't have to get up at 8 and walk my dog in the cold before I even get my contacts in or right before I go to bed. This is really exciting. I love him, but I need a break.

Okay sleep time.