Alamo Drafthouse up for sale

[Drunk Monk]

I've been in the lobby, remember?

I feel this should have been a Sober Monk post, but now that he's sober, I guess he just doesn't care about us.

This looks messed up and I am ready for it.

Well that didn't work out at all. Or did it?

I got invited to this screener for yesterday. There was an earlier showing on Tuesday afternoon at Stonestown. This one was at Alamo Drafthouse and Tara was not working so we talked about going together, but then she got behind in some stuff and had to drop out, so for a few days I was searching for a new +1. It was astonishingly hard. Two of my usuals had to go to a funeral. Another just caught a cold. Another still hasn't answered and I'm a bit worried and will have to follow up. I gave up and went by myself. 

I got to the Mission early and hit up a farmer's market for dinner, plus got some freeze dried chicken hearts for Yuki. I was just killing time. I went in the theater thinking I was still early and admired the place - a beautifully restored vintage theater decorated with old Kung Fu posters in Spanish. Then I checked my email to discover that the screener had been moved up an hour. So I missed it. Damn it. 

The theater was apologetic and gave me some raincheck passes for next week. I replied to the rep and she was also apologetic and offered two more potential screeners - mountain view on Saturday, or Castro on Sunday with a Q&A with the talent. Wait...what? The talent?

That was so mercnret.