Breaking Up Is Hard To Do [part III - fin]
Continued from part II
"Did you see the final episode of Sex And The City?" Zee is asking. We're still at The Banknote, drinking, where we've been since part I. I've lost count of the pints, and it's a damned good thing we walked here.
"Yes, but only recently, in reruns," I reply. "What made you think of that?"
I have to be honest with you, Gentle Reader, I despise that show — but I watch it sometimes. I think all the women are self-centred, superficial, neurotic bitches. Yes, even Miranda. I only watch the episodes that feature Mr. Big, because Chris Noth is the celebrity man of my dreams. And even so, I'd much rather watch him as Detective Logan in a rerun of Law & Order. Tall, dark, and sarcastic; that's how I like 'em.
"I don't know; just thinking about relationships, I guess. I love that show. I'm so glad Carrie and Big got together in the end."
"Everybody loves a Cinderella story," I say.
Me, I just love Mr. Big.
"Girls do, at least," says Zee. "Do you remember the first episode? Where they keep bumping into each other, accidentally, until finally they decide to go out?"
"Love at first sight is a key component of the Cinderella story," I reply, by way of answering her question.
Sorry, I'm an English Lit major, I can't help myself. When I was at McGill I had Hugh MacLennan as a professor, and I remember him telling us there are only 12 stories.
"Also key to the Cinderella story are the Forces That Conspire To Keep Them Apart — evil stepmothers, lost shoes, what have you. That's why Carrie and Big spend the entire six years of the show getting together, then breaking up, then being just friends, then not speaking at all, and then he moves to California..."
Doesn't sound like anybody I know, that's for sure.
"Doesn't sound like anybody I know, that's for sure," says Zee. "Although, I can kind of identify with Carrie. Maybe that's just because, of the four of them, she's the one that I look most like."
"Be glad you don't look like Charlotte."
"Why?"
"I always thought she looks like Milton Berle."
"Are you talking about Sid behind his back again?" asks Andrew, as he places another round in front of us. Andrew is the sort of bartender who starts pouring as soon as he sees you come through the door, and keeps 'em coming all night until you tell him to stop. And you'd better tell him no more before you're halfway through your last, or it'll be too late.
Sid is the other bartender at The Banknote. He works weekends. He hasn't appeared in this story, yet, but he will if we don't go home soon.
"I think Carrie's the most real of all the characters," says Zee. "She's cute and fun, but can be insecure."
"Mr. Big is her Prince Charming: tall and handsome."
"She is sometimes fabulous, sometimes a clueless dork."
We've all been there...
"He is sophisticated, but distant."
"She's a writer."
"He's rich."
"She doesn't love him for his money, though."
"She has way too many shoes."
"He's in the driver's seat in their relationship."
"She loves him like crazy, and all she wants is for him to love her."
"He loves her, but he doesn't realize it."
In the final episode of Sex And The City, Mr. Big goes to Paris to find Carrie; to finally tell her that he loves her. There are a few near misses: he drives by her on the street, in his limo, without seeing her; he enters a building just as she's leaving it. Finally, he bursts into the lobby of the hotel where she's staying just as the elevator doors open and she emerges... she sees him... and all she can say is...
"Hey, you."
You'd have to be crazy to believe in fairytales, right?
* * *
In the next story, Postmodern Sass has an I-can-die-happy-now moment at, of all places, a karaoke bar. Then, much later, she discovers that Mr. Big also karaokes. In August, Sass meets her own Mr. Big at The Banknote.
"Did you see the final episode of Sex And The City?" Zee is asking. We're still at The Banknote, drinking, where we've been since part I. I've lost count of the pints, and it's a damned good thing we walked here.
"Yes, but only recently, in reruns," I reply. "What made you think of that?"
I have to be honest with you, Gentle Reader, I despise that show — but I watch it sometimes. I think all the women are self-centred, superficial, neurotic bitches. Yes, even Miranda. I only watch the episodes that feature Mr. Big, because Chris Noth is the celebrity man of my dreams. And even so, I'd much rather watch him as Detective Logan in a rerun of Law & Order. Tall, dark, and sarcastic; that's how I like 'em.
"I don't know; just thinking about relationships, I guess. I love that show. I'm so glad Carrie and Big got together in the end."
"Everybody loves a Cinderella story," I say.
Me, I just love Mr. Big.
"Girls do, at least," says Zee. "Do you remember the first episode? Where they keep bumping into each other, accidentally, until finally they decide to go out?"
"Love at first sight is a key component of the Cinderella story," I reply, by way of answering her question.
Sorry, I'm an English Lit major, I can't help myself. When I was at McGill I had Hugh MacLennan as a professor, and I remember him telling us there are only 12 stories.
"Also key to the Cinderella story are the Forces That Conspire To Keep Them Apart — evil stepmothers, lost shoes, what have you. That's why Carrie and Big spend the entire six years of the show getting together, then breaking up, then being just friends, then not speaking at all, and then he moves to California..."
Doesn't sound like anybody I know, that's for sure.
"Doesn't sound like anybody I know, that's for sure," says Zee. "Although, I can kind of identify with Carrie. Maybe that's just because, of the four of them, she's the one that I look most like."
"Be glad you don't look like Charlotte."
"Why?"
"I always thought she looks like Milton Berle."
"Are you talking about Sid behind his back again?" asks Andrew, as he places another round in front of us. Andrew is the sort of bartender who starts pouring as soon as he sees you come through the door, and keeps 'em coming all night until you tell him to stop. And you'd better tell him no more before you're halfway through your last, or it'll be too late.
Sid is the other bartender at The Banknote. He works weekends. He hasn't appeared in this story, yet, but he will if we don't go home soon.
"I think Carrie's the most real of all the characters," says Zee. "She's cute and fun, but can be insecure."
"Mr. Big is her Prince Charming: tall and handsome."
"She is sometimes fabulous, sometimes a clueless dork."
We've all been there...
"He is sophisticated, but distant."
"She's a writer."
"He's rich."
"She doesn't love him for his money, though."
"She has way too many shoes."
"He's in the driver's seat in their relationship."
"She loves him like crazy, and all she wants is for him to love her."
"He loves her, but he doesn't realize it."
In the final episode of Sex And The City, Mr. Big goes to Paris to find Carrie; to finally tell her that he loves her. There are a few near misses: he drives by her on the street, in his limo, without seeing her; he enters a building just as she's leaving it. Finally, he bursts into the lobby of the hotel where she's staying just as the elevator doors open and she emerges... she sees him... and all she can say is...
"Hey, you."
You'd have to be crazy to believe in fairytales, right?
In the next story, Postmodern Sass has an I-can-die-happy-now moment at, of all places, a karaoke bar. Then, much later, she discovers that Mr. Big also karaokes. In August, Sass meets her own Mr. Big at The Banknote.
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