Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Live every day like it's Shark Week

First of all, when did Shark Week become so ironically hip? It is like the mustache of TV programming. But I am not here to criticize Shark Week, friends! I am diving into Shark Week in a chum bikini without the protection of a giant steel bite-proof cage! (What?)

I started off Shark Week festivities big on Sunday night with a group of courageous buddies willing to brave the treacherous, icy-cold waters (actually, super safe, bath-like waters) of Lake Travis for the Alamo Drafthouse's Rolling Roadshow production of Jaws. We got to FLOAT! In TUBES! On the LAKE! With BEERS! And watch JAWS! Plus they gave us all Jaws coozies that said "We're gonna need a bigger float." How crazy awesome is that?

Me, Andrea, and Claire at sunset on the lake!

But the kids from the Drafthouse didn't stop there. To fully immerse us all in the Jaws experience, they had someone swim through the crowd wearing a ginormous shark fin.

Dun-nuh. Dun-nuh-duh-nuh-duh-nuh.

Squeeeeeee!

Don't worry, I totally punched that shark in the nose, wrestled it into submission, and then made necklaces out of its teeth and some woven hemp and sold them to tourists.

The really devious part of this experience, though, was the fact that scuba divers were swimming underneath our flotilla of tubes pulling on people's dangling legs as we watched the movie, so every now and then you would hear someone shriek out in pure fight-or-flight terror. While that is totally evil, I think us actual movie-watchers got the last laugh. Swimming around underneath 200 floating Austinites whose bodies are rapidly processing multiple cans of Modelo and Shiner Bock? That actually sounds way scarier to me.


FIN

2 comments:

Heather Howell said...

This looks like the most fun ever. EVER!

The Mad Hatter said...

That. Is. Awesome.