Experiencing the Divine

last night i went to see big fish. i highly recommend this movie but go knowing that it is a fairy tale. it is clever and heart-warming but it is not a comedy. it aims much deeper than that. it's absolutely beautiful and i'm so grateful. i can keep my tim burton banner waving proudly over my head and that's groovy.

after the movie i ran upstairs to the loo. had a quick word with a woman in the ladies' about the lack of toilet paper in most of the stalls. really brief, i promise. she then said 'do you know who you remind me of?' i groaned because on this particular day i was looking quite the cartoon, even more than normal. i have a big blue-green vintage coat, a rainbow scarf made from varigated yarn and the boy's moscow hat [big black and fake furry].

she said that i reminded her of ... gulp ... bette midler. i love the divine miss m, you know i do. well, on some level anyway. she's super talented, isn't she? i just felt a bit deflated. however, the boy has been compared to garth [dana carvey in wayne's world] twice in the recent past.

so maybe bette isn't so bad?