July 29, 2004

Cowboys And Angels

Aside from the Out Far! Gay and Lesbian Film Festival weekend which falls around Valentines day, there are four other gay movie nights that the organization cosponsors. The premiere last night was titled Cowboys and Angels written and directed by Irishman David Gleeson. Much like our last gay movie night (which showed Latter Days), the event was sold out with a line forming an hour before the movie even started.

I met Jeremy there, Merce and I are trying to spend as much time as possible with him. Next month he leaves for Japan to teach English for a year. There were others that joined us, met us there or that we ran into while we waited in line. Merce dropped off an extra ticket for us to use. The festival organizer — Amy — saw us and gave us free movie passes for Colin Farrel's new movie next Tuesday. "Hey do you wanna help tear tickets again?" Merce and I are amazing ushers, we talk to everyone and rip those tickets in half like it's nobody's business, so we said sure.

Amy called my name from the floor of the mall. I looked down from the balcony where the line was and could have sworn she said come on down. Naturally, I told people to "MOVE! GO! THE MOVIE'S STARTING", after roming up and down the line cajoling them into making the trek down the stairs and into the theatre. I was pretty proud of myself. "See Jeremy," I said, "That's how you get the party started." The line stopped. I looked down again to see the festival organizer say, "Not everyone! Just you! And bring your friend."

Well I felt stupid. I dodged some ticked off people who were excited to get in and made my way down to the special screening. Some dork grabbed my shirt. I hate being touched by angry queens, especially if they have a good reason to hate me.

Ticket tearing is actually a very social job. You make sure everyone knows they need their stub to get back in, if for any reason they decide to leave the movie. You dodge the horny boys that want to touch your abs. But most importantly, you get reserved seating in the VIP section that's roped off to the general gay public. I love it!

We tore tickets for twenty minutes. There were some speeches made, a few thank you's went out, but mostly there were giveaways being hurled into the audience. Amy said she'd get us after the speeches were over, but she forgot. The doors automatically closed in front of us. "Fuck this. Let's find our seats," I suggested. We walked in a few minutes after it started, but enjoyed the rest of it.

College, cute gay boys, Irish accents, hot chicks who can through a punch, the fashion world — it was a pretty entertaining movie. But what's more important? Seeing a good movie, or being seen at a movie full of homos? If you get the chance, volunteer for the next gay film festival in your city. And wear a cute shirt.


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