Sex, Rinse, Repeat

I almost never watch Sex In The City, but now that one of the local channels shows it every weeknight at 10:35, I wind up on it occasionally while I wait for the laundrette to be more-than-likely vacated (yes, I feel odd and awkward when someone else comes in the laundrette when it's obvious all I'm doing is something on the notebook -- definitely not doing laundry, is he?). So maybe it's that the local station only licensed one season, but it seems like I see the same four episodes over and over again:

• Cynthia Nixon's character is dating the "anger professional";
  
• The ladies are at a fireman's calendar/stripping contest;
  
• The ladies are in a resort town, and end up at a keg party;
  
• Kim Catrall's character hooks up with a rich geezer who she won't fuck.
  

Still, it's all mildly entertaining (I'm sure in its uncut version, it's perhaps even above-average entertaining), and beats the blue hell out of Leno.
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