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I took myself to a Matinee this afternoon.....

December 30th, 2005 (10:50 pm)

I don't make a habit of going to the Movies by myself, but I think I may.

1:25 PM at the Westgate 11 in South Austin, I stood in line--a long line
for the time of day

I listened with half grin to the conversations swelling around me,
a swath of the Austin populous:
clusters of well heeled Soccer Moms who were slumming for pop culture,
the couple in front of me a young husband and young wife--her petting him and asking
You'll tell me if you like it, right? You won't be all macho about it?
he grumbling
can't believe I'm in line to see a gay Cowboy movie...yeah, I'll tell ya.

couples of every variety and flavour, dots of girls and boys like myself who
just showed up alone.

I found a seat mid way up and mid way across,
left a seat between me and the young man also sitting by himself...
reading The Austin Chronicle.

I piled my leather and helmet and big black bag at my feet, and settled in.

The hipster couple in their fifties left a seat to my right between us, when they sat down.
I listened and learned a bit about the history of the film and the short story...as she told
him what she had read about it. How long it's been in the works.

I looked around the theater and was mildly surprised to see it almost a quarter filled.
I come here a lot, it's less than a half mile from my home. I have never seen a Matinee
draw a crowd like this on a week day, ever.

I saw Star Wars II here with eight people.

I saw ELECTRA here with six--yes, I came alone for that one.
There is only so much one can ask of one's Friends.

This I wanted to see alone, not because I thought it would be bad--but because I
had it in my head it would be that good.

I wanted it all to myself.

The crowd was restless.
Nervous giggles.

I swung my left foot up on my right knee, slumped back into my worn jeans,
and blocked everything out but the screen.

No one sat in front of me. I had the best seat in the House.

Ang Lee made me smell every moment.
Every camp fire, each tree
the wet canvas of the tent.

I ached for the quiet one, early.
I have known him, too many times.
Too many ways.

Dragged by the scruff of my neck happily, into the protagonist's space?

Anyone who plays with the Arch, knows instantly where this is headed.
Anyone who loves the Arch, lets go.

Belief gets dangled, on it's toes, and the ride is good.

The nervous giggles of my South-Austin-Texas-USA home......died down.
The story took us all.

Me and the boy a seat away from me, and the couple a seat away from me...
stayed for all the credits.

I dug into my bag and found my cigarettes, pulled one out as I gathered my luggage.
I noticed the Black Canvas Converse Chuck Taylor's on the feet
of the hipster 50-something year old I had to excuse myself past,
as I made my way to the aisle and exit.

I wiped my face, stuck the fag in my mouth, and carried my baggage over my head.

The boy to my left walked out the front door before I did, and held it for me.
I cracked my lucky Zippo, touched it's recently filled high flame to my cigarette
as I thanked him--He nodded, and wandered off into the parking lot with his Chronicle
rolled up under his arm.

I stood and smoked.

I looked around.
I bounced my helmet in my hand.

I took in the sky, too blue and too warm for the end of December.
Austin, Texas.
South Austin, Texas.

I stood and smoked.

Two old guys walked out; one rubbing the other's back.
The other, with swollen eyes. Still wet.

I felt small.

I looked away.

I put my sunglasses on and tugged at my cigarette.

I wiped my face at every stop light on the service road to Congress...
And every light up Congress, to 5th street
where I swung North onto Neches.

I pulled Thelonious up onto his kick-stand at the mouth of LOVEJOYS.

Chip grabbed me and hugged me and called me Princess, I smiled at his cowboy hat.
Waldo and I watched Jeopardy.

I had two slow pints of Guinness.
I listened to old stories.

Dark comes quickly, it was getting colder.
I pulled my helmet down and strapped it tight.
Zipped up my leather and kicked Thelonious to life.

I stopped in on the liquor store where people know my name,
and bought a 375 ml of J.T.S. BROWN.

Jenny told me she wouldn't be working there anymore, and Lee hollared
Hey Ginger! from the back, on hearing my voice.

I excused my bourbon, not vodka purchase, by explaining that I had seen
BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN today, and needed a little cheap whiskey.

She told me she wanted to see it, her daughter had told her it was worth seeing.

I told her I was glad to have met her, and wished her a happy new year.

I'm tugging from that bottle now, with my mouth.

Still wiping my face.

A Good Love Story.........is supposed to hurt.

And if Cowboys are involved?


All the better.


Posted by: emily (tugena13)
Posted at: December 31st, 2005 06:00 am (UTC)

i need to see this film.

Posted by: stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf-herder (433)
Posted at: December 31st, 2005 08:33 am (UTC)

Damn fine movie. I saw it last night. It's playing on 3 out of 5 screens at one theater in town, and the 7:00pm Thursday show was packed. We had to sit way in the back, way to the side.

But yeah, it was great. Not my favorite movie of the year, not my favorite love story of the year. But pretty damn close.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: December 31st, 2005 09:57 am (UTC)

I love my Cowboys.

Posted by: a (ohchicken)
Posted at: December 31st, 2005 04:18 pm (UTC)

we saw it on our one year anniversary of living together. after nearly two years of living states apart, having to settle for our own "fishing trips" every couple of months. they could have been us, had their time been now, their place, here. that's all jack longed for.

or we could have been them, had we not been so blessed with where we are in history.

the story of those beautiful boys woke me up to how thankful i am that i get to love in public.

Posted by: Glenn (gev)
Posted at: January 2nd, 2006 05:16 pm (UTC)
cow boys

kind of funny, since they're really sheep boys.
anyway, I can't wait to see this movie, now that I've read it.

Then I keep seeing the "marriage = [man] + [woman]" stickers, and sigh.
are these people so afraid of the power of love?
gender is not relevant.
I know, preaching to the choir.

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