The Happiest of Happy New Year's Days
I went to see "Brokeback Mountain" with a very cute companion on Sunday evening.
The best part was standing in line, watching people walk by and spying my ex rush by with her latest girlfriend to another screening room.
I don't think they saw us, which was good because they would have seen my jaw drop in shock.
It seems the ex got a radical haircut and what looked like a very inexpensive home perm.
It would be tasteless to say her hair looked positively elderly and clown-like, so I won't. But Phyllis Diller might be suing for trademark infringement.
The shocking new 'do managed to extinguish any microscopic embers of attraction that might have remained. With one fell swoop, she fell from a misty watercolor memory to a jolt of relief that I got out...well before the unfortunate makeover.
Sayonara, ex. Go in peace.
The movie was lovely. Go see it.
When the first sex scene occurred, two straight couples immediately got up and rushed to the exit in a huff. They must have needed to crawl back under the rock that hid them from the kazillion media mentions of the gay cowboy movie.
The story was bittersweet and highly credible, the acting was superb and the cinematography was gorgeous. Oscar time for Heath Ledger. The Aussie actor nailed the part of a Texas cowboy, including a picture perfect accent.
The theater was chilly, so we huddled under her fleece jacket and held hands, surrounded by queens and lesbians who were doing their own cuddling. It was very, very nice.
And my companion's shoulder length, perfectly coiffed golden brown hair with natural highlights looked absolutely, positively wonderful.
I have a feeling I'm gonna like 2006. Onward and upward!