Life is full of harsh compromises and brutal consequences. Por ejemplo, if you attend a midnight screening of Jaws, then get up the next day at 5 a.m. to drive to San Antonio and conduct an interview, you will get about two hours of sleep (or less, if you’re me).
Awesome
I can’t say I regret it–all of my Houston friends were there and seeing it on the big screen was an amazing experience–but the timing could have been better, I admit. As a result of these shenanigans I was definitely dragging ass yesterday at our first interview. Adena held it together remarkably well, but I felt as if I’d been interrogated by the Stasi, then forced to run a marathon, and my demeanor was hovering somewhere around Government Employee on the cranky scale. Needless to say, it was a less than ideal situation, but I think we got some pretty good stuff for the interview, and today we set off for a second, much more well-rested day of shooting.
Probably the most awesome thing we saw yesterday was the cover of this local business magazine in Jason’s Deli:
The greater Houston area is mostly built in the 70’s. I feel that they made a solid attempt at interesting suburban architecture, though Kate is not so sure. There are no tumbleweeds. It does not get cold at night (people from Chicago, I’m talking to you). The accents aren’t too out of control, but people say things like “It’ll be a hoot!” more often than you’d expect. Most things are delicious, but let’s be honest, that’s a motif in my life. The only things that are remarkably bigger in Texas are houses and my body fat index.
On a personal note, no hugely diverting anecdotes as of yet, but never fear, we’re still in the quiet before the storm. We spent the day bouncing around the city, devouring delicious foodstuff, and digging through porcelain figurines, etc in antique-y type places.
Note: I will provide few real pictures, since I’m operating largely with a polaroid.
Some of you may not know this, but Houston is actually in the future.
Breakfast Klub's waffle & fried chicken.
I'll leave this to your imagination. Let's just say we nearly had a breakthrough in squirrel-human relations. Nearly.
One more day in Houston before trucking off to San Antonio. I can feel the Alamo calling me home. So dear Alamo, let it be known, I have not forgotten thee. More on this later.
Adena reading up on documentaries with a trusty Shiner.
We’re in Houston for the next few days doing prep work and eating meals with various local characters. My friends Allie, Morgan, and I didn’t even let poor Adena get to my house last night before a round of late night tex-mex at a fantastic establishment that is honest-to-god called Tex-Mex.
Tomorrow we’re going into town and seeing everything worth seeing in the big, fat midsection of the cruel and unusual mistress known as Houston, Texas, which raises the question–just how many meals in one day can a person physically tolerate? Stay tuned.
I made a picture to represent tomorrow’s events. When I’m on that airplane and horrible visions flash before my eyes of my phone charger sitting plugged into my wall at home, I’m going to wish I had spent this time packing and not making a Super Duper Necessary/Awesome Picture. But right now I’m pretty much certain this was the correct thing to be doing.
ps This is in fact a correct depiction of the geography of the US. Illinois is floating vaguely below Texas in an otherwise seamless ocean. I suspect this can be attributed to global warming.
I will henceforth be referring to this site as: Adena and Kate’s Roadtrip/Documentary..heh heh heh. Note the alphabetical justice and also, prominence of Me in that revised title. After all.. I’m kind of a big deal.
With that, I have nothin to say bout no roadtripz.
From On The Road: “What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?–it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
I look forward to seeing everyone. I bought an underwater disposable camera today. Let’s all go swimming.
Hi everyone! It’s Kate of the intergalactically (not a real word!)-respected blog Maplecrest Trailer Home, among other things. Adena Rice–also of MTH–and I are about to set out on a massively expensive road trip for the ostensible reason of shooting a documentary about bandom fan fiction. I’ve laid out the details in our About section, and I must insist that you hold all questions until you’ve read that page thoroughly.
Ok, now that you’ve read it, I hope you understand what’s going on here. If not, I fear you may have a learning disability. Basically we’re driving all around creation to talk to people from the internet and also to visit some NYU friends who I haven’t seen in months, and many of whom I will not see again for another semester (white people love study abroad!).
The #1 rule of this blog is that there are no rules. Got it? We will post willy nilly, when and what we feel like. Mostly pictures, I’m guessing. It’s just for fun, to let our friends and families know we haven’t died, and also to generate interest about our project.
As usual, everything I’ve said could have been summed up by just one Dolly Parton song:
“Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
So I ran fearing not where I’d go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don’t care where they grow “
