April 14,2005
Finally we got back to the Lucky Lounge. St. Patrick's was quite a wonderful night and kept me going for a while. The very next Thursday, Don didn't feel good, and I was still high on the memory. The next Thursday, he was out of town, then the next Thursday Ian and the Band were out of town.
Last night we found orange barrels set up all around the block where we usually park, the four sides of the abandoned Intel building. A couple of cars had parked on our usual side, undeterred by the orange barrels. Those barrels are a puzzle. They were unaccompanied by any sign, but you would think they were there to stop people parking. But why? People are still going to walk and drive by it. We've had a few laughs at the rotting boardwalk on the 5th St side. If the whole thing is such a hazard, they ought to do more than put orange barrels around it. Of course, the barrels are a cheap non-solution. A real solution would cost plenty.
We noticed people walking toward downtown carrying folding chairs, blankets and such. That was worrisome, suggesting some big gathering we weren't aware of. We did find parking a couple of blocks farther out, by La Zona Rosa, which hadn't yet opened for the evening. When we got to the park, we saw that Alamo Drafthouse had set up an inflatable movie screen, and the crowd was already gathering. I saw a brown dog scratching the ground aggressively, presumably because of the other dogs accompanying their owners. I saw a family on a blanket, the mom feeding the baby. It was a charmingly Austin scene on a perfect April evening.
We were a little late in getting out. Christian was sick with his poison ivy and didn't go diving, so I had dilly-dallied. When we got to the Lucky, the band was in full break mode, and they didn't go onstage for a good 20 minutes. I think Ian was a bit hoarser than usual and was maybe taking it easy.
It was a normal half-show in most ways. We didn't hear Whatcha Gonna DO 'Bout It, or Lucky, but they did some of the other usuals. Somebody yelled out Green Onions and darn if they didn't do it. Somebody had a birthday, and they did Happy Birthday. Ian closed the show with Little Girl, dedicated to his daughter and 2 granddaughters. Aw!
Mark Andes looked great. Sometimes he laughs as if there is a joke in the music. Scrappy Jud's jeans were very split, so much that his knees were totally sticking out. Ian requested a Guinness when the set was nearly over.
As we walked through the lovely twilight, we went by the crowd gathered at the park for the movie. When we were nearly to the car, we met a small car with two occupants who looked at us hopefully. We're leaving, I told them, if you're looking for a spot. They whipped around to guard their find, giving us a wave as we left it to them.
My guess, they were going to the movie.
Last night we found orange barrels set up all around the block where we usually park, the four sides of the abandoned Intel building. A couple of cars had parked on our usual side, undeterred by the orange barrels. Those barrels are a puzzle. They were unaccompanied by any sign, but you would think they were there to stop people parking. But why? People are still going to walk and drive by it. We've had a few laughs at the rotting boardwalk on the 5th St side. If the whole thing is such a hazard, they ought to do more than put orange barrels around it. Of course, the barrels are a cheap non-solution. A real solution would cost plenty.
We noticed people walking toward downtown carrying folding chairs, blankets and such. That was worrisome, suggesting some big gathering we weren't aware of. We did find parking a couple of blocks farther out, by La Zona Rosa, which hadn't yet opened for the evening. When we got to the park, we saw that Alamo Drafthouse had set up an inflatable movie screen, and the crowd was already gathering. I saw a brown dog scratching the ground aggressively, presumably because of the other dogs accompanying their owners. I saw a family on a blanket, the mom feeding the baby. It was a charmingly Austin scene on a perfect April evening.
We were a little late in getting out. Christian was sick with his poison ivy and didn't go diving, so I had dilly-dallied. When we got to the Lucky, the band was in full break mode, and they didn't go onstage for a good 20 minutes. I think Ian was a bit hoarser than usual and was maybe taking it easy.
It was a normal half-show in most ways. We didn't hear Whatcha Gonna DO 'Bout It, or Lucky, but they did some of the other usuals. Somebody yelled out Green Onions and darn if they didn't do it. Somebody had a birthday, and they did Happy Birthday. Ian closed the show with Little Girl, dedicated to his daughter and 2 granddaughters. Aw!
Mark Andes looked great. Sometimes he laughs as if there is a joke in the music. Scrappy Jud's jeans were very split, so much that his knees were totally sticking out. Ian requested a Guinness when the set was nearly over.
As we walked through the lovely twilight, we went by the crowd gathered at the park for the movie. When we were nearly to the car, we met a small car with two occupants who looked at us hopefully. We're leaving, I told them, if you're looking for a spot. They whipped around to guard their find, giving us a wave as we left it to them.
My guess, they were going to the movie.
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