Alamo Blog-a-Thon: True Love at the Alamo

So I attended and I met over a dozen very nice journaling people, including my future wife. I wish I could say that she made such a strong impression on me that it was love at first sight, but I can't and even she knows it isn't true. It's hard enough for most people to remember everybody when they are plunked down into a large group of strangers, harder still when you are name-impaired like me. I sure do remember the cute girl in the hot Catholic schoolgirl uniform. And I remember the interesting Austin character who quoted Shakespeare and read horoscopes. But I only have a vague recollection of the quiet, cute girl sitting at the corner of the picnic table.

I had enough fun that night that I continued attending these monthly gatherings. I'd see my to-be-wife there, and we'd talk more each time. Turns out, she was a bit of a film geek. In June 2003 I told her about my disappointment missing the Banned Toons show at the Alamo. I had planned to go with a friend, but the show was sold out and we were shut out.

Fortune (or Tim League or something) was to shine down on me. The show must have been popular, because the Alamo booked it again next month. My wife emailed me to share that news and mentioned she wanted to see it. I asked her if she wanted company. She said she did, and that is how we had our first date at the Alamo Drafthouse.

Afterwards, we adjourned to the Ginger Man for drafts and discussion. We had pretty similar views of the controversial show. We thought a few of the toons, primarily those with overt racism, deserved viewing only as curiosity pieces. Others, however, were a lot of fun, and maybe they should be more available to age-appropriate audiences—ones that wouldn't be offended by the drinking and smoking and other less socially acceptable behaviors.

We agreed that our favorite cartoon of the batch was An Itch in Time. It featured a hungry, singing flea. The cheerful flea would stroll along, staking out a juicy spot on a poor dog, while singing, "There's food around the corner, food around the corner forrrr meeee!" The cartoon ends with the dog shooting himself out of frustration with the flea.

Our discussion made me think this might be somebody I wanted to see again. When, however, she ordered a pint of Newcastle Ale, I was pretty certain she was my kind of girl.

So that went down around June of 2003. We were married almost exactly two years after that first date at the Alamo, and celebrated our first wedding anniversary this month.

Our last night together at the Alamo Drafthouse Downtown happened last weekend, when Joe Bob Briggs came to town. We saw Joe Bob on his previous visit, during his Profoundly Disturbing tour. That was a crazy night, lasting on past three in the morning if I remember correctly. Joe Bob just had so many clips to show and so many interesting stories to tell, that he just kept going on and nobody wanted to leave. That's one of the great things about the Alamo Drafthouse Downtown: it attracts the sort of movie enthusiast that makes the viewing and sharing even more fun.

The Alamo Downtown clearly holds a special spot in our hearts, for both my wife and myself. Maybe that's one reason why my wife, Jette Kernion, decided to co-sponsor the Alamo Downtown Blog-a-Thon.


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