Meg's Diary

Sexy Time

May 30, 2008

Well, you know what time it is:

That’s right! Sex and the City the movie time!

It’s finally here!

I’m so excited…

Can you tell?

These photos aren’t from the movie, though….

…they’re from the current issue of Vogue. Here’s a link to the article (it also features a video of the photo shoot with a Vogue-related scene from the movie and some banter between Chris Noth and Sarah Jessica Parker).

Sigh. So pretty! So impossibly unlike real life (if you ever tried to make out like that in any museum in New York the docents would totally make you stop)!

But that’s why it’s fun.

So we all know what we’re doing this weekend….

But what are you doing on June 19th? Well, if you live in or around Memphis, TN, and you haven’t made any plans yet, feel free to join me for lunch (and later on that day, come to a book signing)!

Your official invitation….

Click here for a link to a form to fill and mail in to make your reservation for a seat at the Justine REAL Girls luncheon (the book signing is free and no reservations are necessary).

I really hope to see you there!

And remember, if you can’t make it there, I’ll be in Toledo on June 10th!

And don’t forget:

Queen of Babble in the Big City is finally out in paperback (just in time for Queen of Babble Gets Hitched, coming June 24)!

While on the wedding front….

Ashlee Simpson-Wentz has finally admitted she’s pregnant, but those of us who get People Magazine already knew that because her baby bump was readily apparent in her wedding photos (she’s way more than three months along). However, People.com has cruelly refused to release these photos online (I really wanted to link to them, because she looks super cute in all of them. Maybe they’ll go online someday).

Speaking of baby bumps, this is where Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt are going to be living for the next three years:

It’s in Provence. It has 34 bedrooms. It costs $60 million if you want to buy it, but they’re just renting.

I don’t see a pool, do you? I mean, a lake is okay, but as everyone who lives in Florida knows, there is currently a deadly amoeba living in our lakes which has already killed multiple people.

If I were the Jolie-Pitts, I’d try to get my money back. Who knows when this bacteria will spread to France? If it’s anything like the Andromeda Strain, the movie (which started out okay but ended up being the stupidest TV movie ever, except the one where the city of New Orleans was hit by an earthquake and started sinking and they ended up spraying insulation foam under it in order to save it), it’s only a matter of time.

I was so depressed about the ruling giving that FDLS cult in Texas their kids back (so the men in it can continue preying on the teenage girls, who one justice wrote are “demonstrably endangered.” I mean, they could have just given back the little kids and the boys) that I was going to post a picture of Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt and a note about how icky they are, because when icky things happen, I think you should always put a picture of Heidi and Spencer on your blog.

But then I found something to cheer us all up:

Clive Owen, peeking out from his hotel room in Rome to ask, “Has anyone seen my shirt?”

Anyway, let’s just hope Sex and the City doesn’t end like this:

That’s Ricky Schroeder, floating in a vat of blue goo at the end of Andromeda Strain.