I'm one of the girls for sure after last night. Went with Daughter and two of her friends to see "Sex and the City" - and had a really great time. What a revelation - the cinema was full of lovely girls who had obviously prepared for the event and were totally inter-acting with the movie. They were mostly dressed up to the nines - high heels, high fashion and large boxes of popcorn, sweeties and coke (OK, some of them were a trifle on the porky side). But it was terrific fun. Everyone joined in with all the jokes, oohed and aahed at the dresses and shoes (which were completely fabulous), laughed (or gasped) at the sex - and there were some very very raunchy moments. All in all, it was an evening I won't forget for a long time - sex doesn't come my way very often, either on-screen or off, and this was great. It was open, funny, and an essential part of their lives. So was LOVE, all capitals, and the pursuit of love. It was wonderful that, for two hours at least, we were all part of that glitzy, girly world with its happy endings.
I'm off to take Daughter back home later, anad we're taking the windmill I bought for Grandson for his birthday. It's a replica of a real windmill, made of cement I think, and with real sails. It stands about 2 and a half feet high, and I have given it a coat of white masonry paint as a basecoat. The plan is that Grandson and I will paint in the details - it has windows and a door, a brick and stone base, and is mainly clapboard. I think we might paint some flowers growing up the side too. The only problem is carrying it to the car. The Boyfriend had trouble getting it up to my balcony, so it could be tricky. It weighs a ton. Maybe I could find a strong young man to carry it to the car.. if only I had the odd neighbour who was as well-endowed as Samantha's in California!!