God Bless the Drafthouse
It's unfortunate that the Alamo Drafthouse must have known that there would be depressed people in Austin today when they made their calendar last month. And that these people were likely to be the liberal-
type wanting to escape to technicolor munchkins and psychedelic rock.
Dark Side of the Rainbow was at the Drafthouse tonight only. For those who were not stoners in college, it's Pink Floyd's Dark Side Over the Moon played over Wizard of Oz and it is timed just right to be remarkably in sync way more times than coincidence allows to happen.
The Escape Plan karma must have driven me to read my weekly Drafthouse email because I never read it. Brian and I were commiserating over IM when I saw it. Tickets were bought immediately.
The walk from his place was beautiful and eery. After a Halloween in the 80s, the weather dropped 40 degrees. It feels like November. Real November. Where the air is crisp and you are bundled up and your ears are cold and your breath is sharp. We
walked down a quiet street with awnings in sweaters and jackets and I felt like I was in college again. I wanted a cigarette so bad I could taste it.
I can't say I feel better, but 4 hours of outside ordinary is settling, and that it couldn't have been more needed, energizing or perfect. I recommend planning your Escape. I'm going to wake up with a clearer head tomorrow. I can feel it.
type wanting to escape to technicolor munchkins and psychedelic rock.
Dark Side of the Rainbow was at the Drafthouse tonight only. For those who were not stoners in college, it's Pink Floyd's Dark Side Over the Moon played over Wizard of Oz and it is timed just right to be remarkably in sync way more times than coincidence allows to happen.
The Escape Plan karma must have driven me to read my weekly Drafthouse email because I never read it. Brian and I were commiserating over IM when I saw it. Tickets were bought immediately.
The walk from his place was beautiful and eery. After a Halloween in the 80s, the weather dropped 40 degrees. It feels like November. Real November. Where the air is crisp and you are bundled up and your ears are cold and your breath is sharp. We
walked down a quiet street with awnings in sweaters and jackets and I felt like I was in college again. I wanted a cigarette so bad I could taste it.
I can't say I feel better, but 4 hours of outside ordinary is settling, and that it couldn't have been more needed, energizing or perfect. I recommend planning your Escape. I'm going to wake up with a clearer head tomorrow. I can feel it.
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