The "ABCs of BBM": Round 965! (Rules in first post)

[Toast]

One minute Ennis was on his way to the men's room at the Wolf Ears Bar, and the next minute he was dancing with a future girlfriend.  Doesn't Cassie know you can dance better after you get to the washroom?

[southendmd]

While Jack was happy riding the bulls, he was happier when he was, um,  with Ennis.


=aside= Playerz
My birthday was a lot happier because of all your kind wishes.
Thanks and let's keep on riding!

=aside= notBastet/Kelly
Welcome to the ABCz, you done good!

[memento]

There was an iciness in Lureen's voice during her phone call with Ennis as she described the circumstances of Jack's death.

[Fran]

Jessie Johnsen, Jason Mackenzie, Glen Tallis, and Jason Webster are listed as "Painters" in the film's end credits.

[Toast]

When I watch Ennis and his keepsakes - both the shirts and postcard - I am reminded of some of Jack's last words to him:

" ...
I tell you what. 
We could a had a good life together,
fuckin' real good life.
Had us a place of our own.
But you didn't want it, Ennis.
So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain.
Everything's built on that.
That's all we got, boy, fuckin' all.
So I hope you know that
if you don't never know the rest.
 ... "

[southendmd]

Jack and Ennis had a few libationary interludes during which they wetted (whetted?) their respective whistles.

=aside= Southend
Hope you had some 'good libations' on your birthday.
Sandy

=reply= Sandy
Yes, indeed, I had 'good libations' last night.
I get my 'excitations' here at the ABCz.
Paul

[memento]

Because of society's pressures and his own inner demons, Ennis was forced to live a tormented masquerade.

[Toast]

To Jack Twist, nodding off was a side effect of counting sheep all day and all night. 

[Front-Ranger]

Jack treaded carefully with his words so that he wouldn't overwhelm the low-startle-point Ennis. But when he showed up after four years apart, Ennis was easy to overwhelm.

[Fran]

"The stale coffee is boiling up, but he catches it before it goes over the side, pours it into a stained cup and blows on the black liquid, lets a panel of the dream slide forward.  If he does not force his attention on it, it might stoke the day, rewarm that old, cold time on the mountain when they owned the world and nothing seemd wrong...."  [story]