"Sex" in the desert? Doesn't sound fun to me.

A couple of weeks ago I was watching NBC's "Parenthood" (mostly because I'm not willing to let Lauren Graham slip out of my life just yet) and the subject of the new "Sex and the City" movie came up, with someone asking Graham's character if she was going. "Well, of course, I'm not dead inside," she said.

Hilarious, and oh-so true. "Sex" was a beloved Sunday night EVENT for many, many women, and when it was gone, it was the end of an era -- an end to millions of women's relationships with four women we grew to love. When the movie came out, I was pretty excited. ...

Then I saw the movie. It wasn't the same. Sure, it was the girls. But the script was awful. Did we really need another fight with Big? Really? We're talking about recycling six seasons YET AGAIN to make that script. There was nothing new or groundbreaking. I was disappointed.

This time around, I'm actually afraid for the opposite reason. I might just get what I want, and now I'm not sure I want it. The girls are taking a trip to the Middle East. ...Why? Good question. It seems Samantha got an all-expense paid trip for the group. It just seems so very silly and not very likely at all for them to spend an entire movie there. I'd much rather see my girls in New York and have the writers earn their paychecks by coming up with something new and different to happen to them on their home turf.

Of course, none of this will stop me from being there on opening day. Like Lauren said, I'm not dead inside.