When the chips were down, they were all - every single goddamn one of them - ready to sacrifice everything they claimed to hold dear just to save their skins.

I'm not sure it was necessarily their own skins they were trying to save, in at least some of the cases. Unless by "their skins" you mean the town, because I think, in at least Bullock's case, it was more the avoidance of a larger bloodbath that prompted his going along with everything, much as he may have relished a confrontation with Hearst and his men on some level.

I really wish there hadn't been anyone around who could be passed off as Trixie, though - while I had no desire to see her killed, it would have prompted some serious conflict amongst those in on the whole situation.

The Alamo Drafthouse is doing this tonight, but, alas, I have band practice.

The Alamo Drafthouse is doing this tonight, but, alas, I have band practice.

All of my Austin friends out here, including my beloved S, have spoken glowingly many times of the Alamo Drafthouse. Next time I'm in Austin, I really need to check the place out. And possibly meet up with Mr. Industries and fam.

Sounds like the coolest bar not to (recently) have a body on its pool table.ETA: Great, Sean, thought perhaps I was blinded by protestations of McNulty love.

Next time I'm in Austin, I really need to check the place out. And possibly meet up with Mr. Industries and fam.

You definitely should do the former, but you absolutely must do the latter.

The Alamo's a theater, Erika! Best damn theater in the whole damn world, matter of fact.

You definitely should do the former, but you absolutely must do the latter.

I visited Austin last summer with S, but it was a very busy weekend, most of it spent at S's Shakespeare at Winedale reunion, so there was no chance of getting a visit in, but I thought about you while there, and vowed to come back some other time when I could make that meeting happen.

Picturing your spouse like "Who's the crazy blonde yelling "Sweargin!" wearing the pink shirt?" And you'd just have to be like "it's one of our things," Ah, fandom...

vowed to come back some other time when I could make that meeting happen.

Definite, my man.

Ah, fandom...

So true. In fact, I did the "hang dei" thing to a co-worker last week, who looked at me as if I'd lost my freakin' mind.

Wait, who's the crazy blonde? Me?

(edit - 'cause I'm brown-headed)

No, bunk, in our meeting I'll be the crazy blonde. Probably. But I'm more than half a smart cunt at least.(And I've just given my mama a headache remotely. I was taught never to use that particular phrase, ever.) My mom still has trouble calling Big Pussy Big Pussy even though only his mom and the FBI ever called him Sal. ETA: Who was Snoop again? One of Omar's Triggerwomen, right?