May 8, 2007

The Austin Report - Part 1

Filed under: Globetrotting Elititude, PolenBabble, Kvetch! Kvetch! Kvetch! — Twin C @ 10:18 am

Thursday: Despite my best intentions to be on time, I somehow nearly miss my flight out of Newark. Who would have thought that there’d be so many people flying in the middle of the day on a Thursday? The security checkpoint was the only really slow point, and I power walked to the gate, refraining from elbowing the slow walkers on the moving walkways. They were holding the door for me, even though I still had almost 15 minutes to get there! But I made it, and settled down for the flight. I guess three hours and thirty one minutes is the minimum time you need to be in the air to get a movie and more than just a mini bag of pretzels to eat, because the flight at three hours and thirty minutes, we got the shank. I played Lumines II and tried to sleep a bit.

When we arrived, I got my bag and headed over to the taxi stand. I had googled the distance from the airport and the theater, so I didn’t think the cab ride was going to be very much. Once we started out, however, I saw that it was going to be bad. How bad? $30 bad. For what I thought was supposed to be eight miles. I think in order to avoid traffic, we took a much longer route. I’m not sure which would have been better. My cabbie was a very friendly Brazilian musician, and his chatting made me feel a little less bitter about possibly getting screwed.

We arrived at the theater, the Alamo Drafthouse, which is a big theater with built in tables, where you can order food and drinks during the show - there’s enough room between each row so your server can get in, drop off your booze, and get out fast, to minimize screen or show blockage. It’s a great system, and the whole atmosphere of the place is fantastic. There are huge old movie posters everywhere, and a bunch of video games, and a nice little bar outside.

I found PSB and helped the Moth ladies fold programs until the house opened, and then my friends, the lovely sisters Smith (hereby referred to as J and K), arrived. There were huge hugs and lots of laughs, and I met J’s boyfriend, who was very cool. He’s off to his first Burn this year, but he’s been involved with Flipside for a while now. They all headed in to their seats, and I found mine, and ordered up a steak sandwich and a pear cider, both of which were absolutely delicious.

The show was fantastic - Jonathan Ames told his post Christmas binge story, Ophira Eisenberg told her childhood car crash story, and Edgar Oliver told his “escape from Mother” story. I’ve heard all three before, and they’re all favorites. The other storytellers were Kelley Caleb Hunt, who told an extended version of the story that won him the Moth’s “What’s Your Story” contest on MySpace, Tucker Peterson, a local Austin musician who told a fascinating story about his previous life as an outlaw (he used to rob banks!), and Turk Pipkin, an actor from the Sopranos who is also an author and film maker, who talked about a trip he took to India.

During the show I got a message from Gavagirl, a friend of Jefe’s, who said she was at the show - I tried to look for her in the audience as I listened to her message, but to no avail. I finally got a hold of her after the show, but she was tired and wanted to head home - we made plans to meet up the next day.

Afterwards, we headed over to a club called Speakeasy, right around the corner. Downstairs was a nice looking bar, but upstairs, where we headed (I still had my suitcase with me - good thing it was light!), was awesome - a big covered rooftop with huge couches, some as big as beds. J and K were already there, and a bunch of Mothies came up, and we just all sat around and drank and chatted for a while. Jefe finally rolled in - he was unable to get out of work to see the show - with a friend of his, and more drinking and carousing ensued. At some point there was some drink spillage, and I ended up with beer on half of my backside and margarita on the other half, causing me to announce to PSB in a moment of drunken hilarity, “Honey, my ass is two different flavors”.

J had to work the next morning so she headed back, and K left with her but came back shortly thereafter. We closed the bar down - they threw us and a bunch of 20-somethings out at 2 a.m. Jefe took off, and K offered to drive us back to our hotel (she’d only been drinking club soda that night), which after a lot of cruising, we eventually found. We made plans to try to hook back up the next day, and then PSB and I headed upstairs to pass out.


  1. oh, yes! That pear cider is goooood!

    I really enjoyed meeting you two! Sorry I did not end up making it out on Saturday night. Garden building completely kicked my ass (the garden looks awesome though). Glad you had a good time.

    Comment by Gavagirl — May 9, 2007 @ 9:49 am

  2. I haven’t gotten to that part yet! ;)

    Comment by Twin C — May 9, 2007 @ 10:29 am

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