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Sunday, July 02, 2006
IT WAS WORTH THE TWELVE BUCKS
I think DogMan tried to give me a coronary.
A real one this time.
How?, you ask.
He took me to the movies.
And not just any movie, a (gasp!) chick flick. The man who at one time considered Patton to be the only movie worth his time and money took me to see The Devil Wears Prada.
“DogMan, I’d like to see ‘The Devil Wears Prada,’ and I was wondering if you had any interest in it?”
“Sure. What’s Prada?”
“Y’know, a fashion label -- shoes and accessories mostly -- like on ‘Sex & the City’.”
I was fully prepared to go by myself and was flabbergasted that he not only wanted to go, but that he didn't flinch a muscle when he shelled out $12 for our tickets.
“You didn’t say yes so I’d mention you in my blog, did you?”
“Why not? Your readers adore me.” There were about ten of us in the theater, which is not bad for a Sunday afternoon theater in Painted Post, NY: Nine women and DogMan.
8 About "The Devil Wears Prada": very funny, although the ending is treacly and predictable. Streep was absolutely brilliant as Miranda Priestly, the Devil herself. I heard that she played it like a man instead of like Anna Wintour of Vogue, on whom her character is based. Jaaaay-zus, talk about exercise! Those poor drones, whose jobs were to cater to Miranda P., literally ran themselves ragged. And they only had 15-minute lunch breaks.
My favorite line: "You eat CARBS!"
Not to mention the explanation of sizes:
"Size 4 is the new size 2, and size 2 is now 0."
"I'm a size 6."
"The old size 14."
Nicole Richie would fit right in.