Whenever I sit down to sip a cosmopolitan, I always get drawn back to those initial episodes of Sex and the City. I may have been too young to have enjoyed a cosmopolitan when I first starting watching the show with my mom, but that didn’t stop me from sipping on cranberry juice, pretending I was a young single woman in Manhattan.
I still wonder just how Carrie Bradshaw was able to go to glitzy restaurants, afford Gucci and Prada, and a gorgeous little studio apartment on a columnist’s budget… [Read more…]