I think this calls for a trip to New York to see it the way it’s meant to be seen: with my New York pretty pack, the chicklets. We certainly didn’t dress up as a Carrie or a Miranda (though really, does anyone ever want to think of herself as a Miranda?); there were no ostrich egg-sized flower pins, but we did walk arm in arm to see the first Sex & The City movie at Sony Lincoln Square… our movie theater, within walking distance of all our apartments. Wonder if I’ll be able to sneak off, for a May my way, part deux.