A Friday night in Austin, and an early birthday celebration for me. There seemed nothing more appropriate than a Master Pancake Theater edition of Friday the Thirteenth at the Alamo Drafthouse.
The Alamo downtown is in the Ritz, a beautiful old theater that has been restored to its former glory. For those of you who don’t know, the concept behind the Draft house is simple, they pull out every other row of seats to make room for a table. Dinner and drinks are served throughout the performances, and the performances are legendary.
I was a huge fan of all the eighties horror flicks, and Friday the 13th ranks right up there. Problem is, you don’t believe how bad those movies truly are until you see them in a new light. The Master Pancake theater guys are a comedy troupe that provide a running dialogue throughout the film. Al wasn’t so sure about the whole thing at first. About 15 minutes into the film I’m bent over laughing with the tears flowing. I look over to check on Al and I was afraid I might have to perform the heimlich.
She had just taken a drink and was fighting a corageous, yet losing battle, to keep everything from coming out of her nose.
Really, could you blame her…?
You’d think a trip to Lowe’s would be safe enough, not so fast. After weaving our way through the dismembered corpses in the lawn and garden department we found this parked next to us.
It’s kind of a big deal around here.
I am not a man of absolutes. I’m a more open, go with the flow kind of guy. However, I made one proclamation even before we had kids – No child of mine will ever be involved in soccer. Never!
So, what’s been going on the past several weeks. CB’s playing soccer, and I’m the head coach. Good Times.
Here’s this thing. Kick it. Or kick some other kid. Just kick something.
Rallying the troops. I’m more of a defensive coach by nature. Let the other team run all the plays. We’ll just wait until we can either knock you down, or you lose it out of bounds. It’s all about the strategery.
Al said I had to include this picture. I have know idea what play I’m calling, or why no one is listening. But if you notice CB, we’re definitely on the same page. God help her, there’s some genetics at work in this family.
And the best part of the whole thing…the obligatory lunch at Chuy’s after the game. I had to include a memento from Pa Pa’s game. When Pa Pa came to watch, CB was nothing short of stellar. Opening kickoff – CB scored a goal. Not on the opening play – I mean she kicked a goal from the opening kickoff. It only got better from there. Pa Pa was shocked as little miss shy CB turned into Bill Lambier on the field. Any bloodletting – CB was sure to be a part of it. Al thinks I’m taking it too far, but I’ve got to say her performance is only due to one of two things…Coaching or Genetics. Either way, it’s all good.