It's officially spring now, so I can pack winter away and look forward to some spring time vibes. Even though I had to wait until the 19th to make it official, spring started in a little burst this time last week when I was in austin, tx. just shows & friends & beers & sunshine. Best friends forever, woods, and vivian girls at the mohawk, kid sister on a roof, no age and fucked up on the pedestrian bridge, why? at emo's, my first time ever seeing stand-up that I liked... it was too good. On Sunday while we were walking down south congress, though, the world took a peek at my diary and figured there was one more thing that would make it the best weekend:
9 PUPPIES. When I saw them I just started yelling, "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!!" like I was hyperventilating obscenities. It turns out that the owner has been out on the lawn all week trying to pitch a movie idea she has for them, called Black Dog. I thought that just seeing nine puppies was going to be the pinnacle of the day, but as she continued to explain how it was all going to go down, I realized how wrong I had been. Each puppy is named after something Johnny Cash related: Cash, June, Carter, Sue, Rhythm, Johnny, etc. She was very open to new ideas (animated ring of fire, anyone?) so it was difficult to get a grasp on the original premise, but I gathered that was a heist comedy mixed with what sounded like an I'm Not There style biopic about Cash, where all the dogs act out different points in his life. If someone didn't discover this Hollywood goldmine by last Sunday evening, all the pups were going to get adopted. Let's all hope Richard Linklater was taking a stroll that evening.
