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…?