SoaP
I went to see Snakes on a Plane last Friday, and as many of you have probably gathered (if you’ve seen it), I was not disappointed. The opening scene was questionable (dirt bike? Red Bull? WTF?), but almost immediately I realized I was in for a treat.
The real treat, however, was falling in love with my city all over again as I entered the Alamo Drafthouse and Theater on Lamar. The on-duty manager welcomed us all and returned during the Blanks on a Blank preview to ask us to yell “Enough is enough … ” into his cell phone as he extended his arm up in the air, and as we took our seats we noticed a long line of fans shuffling up the stairs in flight attendant uniforms.
After the movie started we realized their costumes were exact replicas of the uniforms worn by the actors in the movie.
About 20 or so people had been there since the night before, watching the movie repeatedly, heckling and high-fiving (”You can do it, Troy!”) along with the “good parts”, and as my waiter delivered my chicken club and Lone Star, I realized how much I love this place, how nowhere else I’ve ever been is quite as cool, and how the older I get and the more I understand about myself and what I need out of life, the less I can imagine myself anywhere else.
I know, it’s just a movie. And I also know that some of those people might be mentally unbalanced. But I live in Austin, that’s part of the charm.
All of that being said, if it continues to be 105 fucking degrees much longer I might pack my shit in the station wagon and drive to Alaska.
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