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A high-level Defamer operative was stymied in his attempts to catch one of the perpetually sold-out screenings of Brokeback Mountain last night, but was rewarded with an encounter with one of celebritydom's best examples of stable matrimony as he opted for a couple of hours with the geishas instead:

My girlfriend and I were at the Grove last night to see Memoirs of a Geisha when a linebacker-sized man offered us $100 to move down and free up the two aisle seats. We told him we'd just move, no problem. An usher held the seats until after the lights went down and who comes in to sit there but Britney and K-Fed. The relationship seemed to be going fine, as K-Fed practically had his head in her lap the entire time. Highlights included K-Fed talking on his cell phone during the movie, Britney sneezing on the guy in front of her and him turning around to scowl at her, and a little tiff when Kevin repeatedly insisted that they leave during the film's climactic final scene.

It seems like Kevin Federline, reportedly banished to the nightmare of ascetic deprivation that is the Beverly Hills Hotel (although we hear that he's still looking for a place to rest his weary cornrows), is trying to patch things up with the meal ticket missus by subjecting himself to prolonged exposure to a high-end chick flick. Even with his relationship potentially at stake, K-Fed could only take so much before those background-dancing feet needed to Roger Rabbit their way back to the Bentley for a blunt, even if the ladies in the white face paint war'nt done prancing around in their robes n' shit.