Sex, Shoes, and Stanley
I finally caught the Sex and The City movie last night.
It was packed for the 7:30 showing.
The seats were filled with groups of women.. some wearing tiaras and boas.
Just two men braved the showing.
Did they really want to be there?
A very manly survey by Moosehead Lager finds most men were not planning on checking out Carrie and the girls on the big screen.
Instead, the anti-Mr. Bigs chose to kick back with a beer and catch the hockey playoffs, or take the dog for a walk.
Only four percent planned on going to the movie.
( For the record, just one guy in our newsroom has checked it out.)
I went with the girls last night, and the movie was total eye candy.
Great shoes, great penthouse, great bodies, and great buttered popcorn.
I made it home just in time to catch the final few minutes of game six.
That’s where my husband was, with beer in hand.
Great final seconds.
Great for Detroit.
I can’t wait until the guys lose their manly playoff beards.
lisa