Finally...Sex

We just got home from finally seeing Sex and the City. The movie was a bit long, lost some of the special pacing from the series, and overall seemed just okay (not that it was bad, but I felt as though Michael Patrick King, the series creator, could have shaved about 45 minutes from the film). And because it was over two hours, I'm hungry. As I told Chris in the car while passing the corner pizza joint, if we were "just two straight hungry dudes," we'd pick-up a pizza bolognese and eat it while watching Friends. But because we're gay, that's out of the question. Instead, I'm having cottage cheese with a side of wheat cereal. The sacrifices we make...