Carrie and the City

28 Feb Carrie and the City

I know that life is not Sex and the City.

But I keep having ‘Carrie’ moments. Looking at these pictures, I’m remembering them. It started because I broke my ‘Channing’ necklace. I like to wear it with everything, even when you can’t see it. I know it’s there and it makes me feel good. There is a Bauble Bar here in New York so when I get a moment, I most definitely will go see why this broke not even six months after getting it. Remember when Carrie lost hers?

Last night I ran into a kind of friend on the way home. She’s cool and we have a mutual friend in common. As we waited for the M79 bus, we both checked our bank accounts and ruled out the Thai food we wanted. Instead we went into Duane Reade where I bought Special K cereal, milk and her, crackers to make her soup more hearty. We did, however, get magazines. Hers for research and me, well, because I couldn’t have thai food and the magazine would make me happy. It was W and massive. Remember when Carrie said that when she first moved to the city she bought Vogue instead of dinner because it fed her more? I subscribe to Vogue back home other wise I would have gotten that, King Bey’s on the cover.

When I ran into the friend I just mentioned, I told her that I was surprised that I liked taking the bus. When I get off at my stop and walk out of the subway, past the Museum of Natural Science, I literally gasp, it looks so pretty at night. I can’t wait to do outfit pictures or something there. Anyway, I told her that I was surprised I liked taking the bus. I like being able to see where I’m going and they’re so nice. Much nicer than what I expected. Her response? I know right, Sex and the City always made the bus seem like, and she made a face, but I prefer it. 

At night, I don’t have a TV in my room–or much of anything else for that matter–I watch Sex and the City episodes on HBOGo until my eyes close.

I know Carrie isn’t real. And Sex and the City isn’t life. But I have to tell you, Carrie and her memories that are littered all over this city, make being Channing in the City that much more, I don’t know. Surreal.

Or something.

Have you ever felt like that about a character? Think about he or she like a real friend?