Um autorretrato audiovisual

I wanted to let you know that I'm getting married. To myself.

Carrie: You know what? I am Santa. I did a little mental addition. Over the years, I have bought Kyra an engagement gift, a wedding gift, then there was the trip to Maine for the wedding, three baby gifts. In toto, I have spent over 2,300 dollars celebrating her choices. And she is shaming me for spending a lousy 485 bucks on myself? Yes. I did the math.

Charlotte: But those were gifts. I mean, if you got married or had a child, she would spend the same on you.

Carrie: And if don't ever get married or have a baby? What? I get bubkes? Think about it. If you are single, after graduation, there isn't one occation where people celebrate you.

Charlotte: We have birthdays.

Carrie: Oh no. We all have birthdays. That's a wash. I am talking about the single gaff. Hallmark doesn't make a "congratulations you didn't marry the wrong guy" card. And where's the flatware for going on vacation alone?

Charlotte: You're right. Why should I get wedding gifts? Finding Harry was gift enough.

Carrie: No. I'm thrilled to give you gifts to celebrate your life. I just think it stinks that single people are left out of it. So the more the story appears to be, until I get married I won't be seeing nothing from Kyra.