VERONICA'S VIEW
The numbers came thundering in; following the clink and clank of stiletto heels, or Manolo Blahnik's to be precise. The movie "Sexy and the City" (SATC) touched down with the velocity of a comet. And gal pals from Los Angeles to New York City and every point between herded into theaters everywhere to see what the quintessential quartet was wearing, daring, and doing since we last saw them within the confines of the silver box four years Evening dress ago. I was one of those women who took in the chick flick of the decade. My girl friend followed suit as well. I went to see the movie in the relative calm, sparsely attended AMC Magic Johnson Theater in South Los Angeles. My girl friend headed to Hollywood to see the movie at the snooty Arclight Theater. It was sheer pandemonium there with throngs of women in attendance dressed up like their favorite love-lorn characters Carrie, Amanda, Charlotte and Samantha. She text message me that she was sipping a Como in the lobby of the theater bar before the show began. Her message said, "This is the ultimate girls night out, Ronni. You should be here." I wish I had been there too, darn it. We met for a drink after the movie to debrief. And besides, I was craving a Como, the cocktail whose popularity soared because it was the drink of choice of the SATC girls.
She was a bit solemn and not her usually spirited self I didn't want to tune into her malaise because I was still basking in the afterglow of the big screen extravaganza. But much like Carrie's friends in the movie, I circled the proverbial wagon around my friend and gave her entree to bare her soul in a safe, nurturing space. She said despite the antique thomas sabo charm movie's bumpy happy ending, she doesn't see a happily ever after ending with her ten-year long love interest. The similarities between Carrie's ten-year, on again, off again turbulent relationship with the character "Big" had troublesome similarities to her relationship. She said, "We'd all like to believe if we hang in there despite the pain, heart ache, disappointment and humiliation we foolishly endure in the pursuit of love, he will one day have a light bulb moment and realize that we are 'the one.' "Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke with outward composure and a stoic grace. "Carrie got her man after ten long years," she said with a furrowed brow. I nodded with the soften eyes of a friend and said, "That's Hollywood sweetie. But in real life we have to think from the end, and if we don't like what we see, it's up to us to change the script." "Ten years is a lot to invest in any commodity without a reasonable return," she sighed in a moment of cerebral cognition. "Indeed it is," I replied. "Perhaps at some point we all have to realize that when his actions make it crystal clear he was not ready or willing to say, "I do" - maybe, just maybe it's time for us to say adieu." She thanked me for what she called "sage" and supportive words. We bid each other adieu. It was gratifying to know that I said something to help her in this difficult moment. I smiled as I got Embroidered patches in my car, buckled my seat belt and turned on the engine. As I glanced in the rear view mirror to back out of the parking space, I looked squarely into my eyes - actually beyond them. I saw what she saw as I looked at my story. The words I had spoken to her were pinging in my head. I heard my own words as if they were audibly spoken to me. Perhaps its time for me take my own advice. Perhaps it's time for me to say adieu, too. (If you have comments about Veronica' View email them to )
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