Gin is good. Vodka is good. Beer is good. Tequila is very, very good. Also varying levels of good: friendly strippers, cigarettes, and late-night pizza slices that burn the roof of your mouth.
That was my Wednesday night. A-Game's Wednesday was mostly the same, but also included (I love this) vomitting until his nose bled. Ha ha!
Everyone at the strip club was in a good mood. The dancers were faking their good moods, but that's okay. they were very convincing. I don't know what it says about the sports culture in America that the Astros' clinching a trip to the World Series for the first time in franchise history was garnering more appreciation than the lovely Yellow Rose Dancers.
After several meaningful discussions on the socio-political implications of the Katrina disaster and its subsequent effects on the economics of the region, and the stripper industry as a whole, there were lapdances. It's nice to know that some things bridge the gap between red and blue states. Lap Dances, a divided nation turns its eyes to you for healing. The clingy stink of cheap perfume shall bring peace.
After the Yellow Rose, we headed into town to dig the Austin night life. Both A-Game and I somehow forgot that it was Wednesday, not exactly nightlife supreme. But we found ourselves at a cool outdoor bar, drunk dialing friends and exes, and getting a picture taken with a midget Elvis impersonator. If I could ever figure out a way to get the pictures off my cell phone, I'd post it here. Instead, well, you'll just have to take my word for it.
The Screenwriting Conference has begun! The Film Festival starts tonight. I'll be seeing Going through Splat and The Civilization of Maxwell Bright.
This afternoon, I have a roundtable to attend on Television writing (an area where my expertise is seriously lacking) and a pitch competition. I was going to bail on the Pitch Competition, and I still might (I've got a lot of paying work to catch up on), but it's being judged by the gys who wrote Wedding Crashers, and I think they might respond to my MallCop (click to view script in pdf format) script.
Probably no major shenanigans tonight. I'm tired, A-Game might burst an eyeball if he pukes again, money is an ever-present concern, and there are a lot of days left in Austin.
Reports on the films and such tonight or tomorrow.
That was my Wednesday night. A-Game's Wednesday was mostly the same, but also included (I love this) vomitting until his nose bled. Ha ha!
Everyone at the strip club was in a good mood. The dancers were faking their good moods, but that's okay. they were very convincing. I don't know what it says about the sports culture in America that the Astros' clinching a trip to the World Series for the first time in franchise history was garnering more appreciation than the lovely Yellow Rose Dancers.
After several meaningful discussions on the socio-political implications of the Katrina disaster and its subsequent effects on the economics of the region, and the stripper industry as a whole, there were lapdances. It's nice to know that some things bridge the gap between red and blue states. Lap Dances, a divided nation turns its eyes to you for healing. The clingy stink of cheap perfume shall bring peace.
After the Yellow Rose, we headed into town to dig the Austin night life. Both A-Game and I somehow forgot that it was Wednesday, not exactly nightlife supreme. But we found ourselves at a cool outdoor bar, drunk dialing friends and exes, and getting a picture taken with a midget Elvis impersonator. If I could ever figure out a way to get the pictures off my cell phone, I'd post it here. Instead, well, you'll just have to take my word for it.
The Screenwriting Conference has begun! The Film Festival starts tonight. I'll be seeing Going through Splat and The Civilization of Maxwell Bright.
This afternoon, I have a roundtable to attend on Television writing (an area where my expertise is seriously lacking) and a pitch competition. I was going to bail on the Pitch Competition, and I still might (I've got a lot of paying work to catch up on), but it's being judged by the gys who wrote Wedding Crashers, and I think they might respond to my MallCop (click to view script in pdf format) script.
Probably no major shenanigans tonight. I'm tired, A-Game might burst an eyeball if he pukes again, money is an ever-present concern, and there are a lot of days left in Austin.
Reports on the films and such tonight or tomorrow.
1 Comments:
I have seen no mention of Mr. Miller. Is he not on this trip, or did he get left behind in Arkansas?
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