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When I was talking about the premiere of Sex and the City in my last post I was looking through some old posts and realized that I never wrote about the hideously embarrassing incident that occurred after we watched the film.

Cast your mind back to late May 2008 and picture me completely off my tits watching Sex and the City in a theatre packed with 12 friends and a couple of hundred highly coiffed and excited women and gays – and undoubtedy, the odd grumpy straight boyfriend. Anyway, as the film came to a close – during which I’d already rather shown myself up by laughing loudly at all the wrong points, aka the cheesy bits when everyone else was wrapped in silence – Jo-Ann, Candace, Zoie, and I headed back to Zoie’s car which was situated in the parkade.

So we all pile in the car – Zoie and I in the front, Jo-ann and Candace in the back – as we try to find an exit. We immediately encounter a problem though in that the parkade appears to have closed while we were safely ensconced in the world of Carrie Bradshaw et. al, and as we reach the exit the barrier refuses to raise and allow us to leave. After a few moments of mild panic I decide that I will simply lift the barrier, allowing the car to slip gracefully underneath. Brilliant.

I jump out of the car and lift said barrier which proceeds to detach completely from it’s post and I’m left hold the barrier framed by the headlights from Zoie’s car. As I stand there a little less than nonplussed, I hear roaring laughter from the drunk duo on the back seat but Zoie looks more than a little worried. Suddenly she yells over the din of laughter:

GET BACK IN THE CAR!

GET BACK IN THE CAR!

GET BACK IN THE CAR!

Needless to say we didn’t pay for parking that night.

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