My friends and I are in an on-again/off-again writing club where the rules are simple. Every two weeks you have to submit three short stories that it took you 20 minutes or less to write. These are the results.

Lady Star Wars…

NYC grants you the opportunity to witness spectacles on a daily basis, the best kind are the ones involving movies.  I’ve been to the opening of Batman, Spiderman, Lord of the Rings, every guy action flick pretty much, but nothing compared to Sex and the City.  It comes along just once every decade that that a girly movie causes grown women to dress in costume and endure long lines with heels on.

My girlfriends, four of us of course, ordered our tickets online a weekend before and managed to snag one of the last screenings that evening.  You should never under estimate movies crowds; we showed up an hour half hour early and ended up wondering if we were even going to get to seat near each other.

The teenage usher says,  “Ladies, I am about to let you in.  Please try to maintain order.”  Of course he opens the elastic divider and we all make a run for it.  One women even lost her high heeled shoe and you could see the inner turmoil, should I leave it or try to get it seat?

After some quick thinking we score seats together in the second row and look up  at all the crazy hats and dresses to see drunken cosmopolitan cat fights, meanwhile the ushers are taking video footage and laughing.

All in all, the movie was just better because of the pre show antics.  Never underestimate the power of enthusiasm, lesson learned.