Menage A Trois: Sex and the City, SJP and me

Before Friday's SATC movie release, I refused to read reviews, interviews, blogs, anything that might risk plot spoilage.

I saw the movie Saturday night - now I can't push the characters and their stories out of my mind.

I have my thoughts on the film, faves and flaws, but I'm spilling nothing. For better or for worse, I love these gals and seeing them again felt like a reunion with long lost friends. (I wish I had friends like these when I was single in NYC.) So when I sat down at my computer this morning, ready to catch up on the day's news and write a post, it should be no surprise that upon seeing a link to an interview with SJP, I clicked.

One hour later, I surfaced from my SJP rendezvous, mesmerized and infatuated. Each time I see her interviewed I like her more. Her humility, compassion, intellect - I'm a teenager with a crush - I want to be her!

Did I mention that I had a HUGE crush on Matthew Broderick before SJP met him? I spent an entire lunch hour stalking him as he circled Washington Square Park. Poor thing was still limping from the car accident he had in Ireland. He was gaunt and pale but that didn't stop me! I remember thinking, like any stalker worth her weight in psychosis, that I looked just like his girlfriend, Jennifer Grey, and dreaming that he'd turn around, ask me out for coffee, and dump the stale Dirty Dancing bitch for some fresh meat. (Hey, no one puts baby merlotmom in a corner.)

He did eventually go for the girlfriend switcheroo, but he picked Miss Sarah, not Miss Merlot- so she and I have something in common - which is nice. (Caddyshack reference - anyone? anyone?)

So readers, for today, rather than a pithy post or a profound presentation, you've been to merlotmom's and as the t-shirt says:

... all you got was this lousy link

(scroll down for the video of SJP)

Or maybe you'd rather spend an hour with your kids or something. Pffffft!

If you've seen the movie and want to talk, contact me! I'm dying to spill.