Huh? Who is Anita Wintour? You mean my beautiful, untouchable stealth Goddess Anna Wintour.
When I was feature dancing in Boise, Idaho in 06, I had plenty of daytime to kill until it was make-up/hair time around 7pm. I walk across the in the street from my hotel and buy a ticket for one for The Devil Wears Prada. Aside from a couple a few rows behind me, I have the entire movie to myself. Sweet! Then they stop the usher twenty minutes after opening credits, demanding their hard-earned money back because they thought The Devil Wears Prada was supposed to be a horror movie.
hehe oops I was a little too last night, thanks g. In my mind I had it right...
last night, thanks g. In my mind I had it right... 
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