After actually watching almost all of the Super Bowl (surprising, I know), all I want to do is buy American cars and drink American beer. Does Bud Light Platinum remind anyone else of Bawls? Pretty sure I just invented the new Four Loko.
Your best bet tonight is Coyote, a new play by Kevin Kautzman about a pair of Arizona minutemen. It runs through the weekend at Nouveau 47 in Fair Park, but tonight happens to be industry night. You can pay whatever you wish for a ticket and bring your own booze. Put that stash of airplane bottles to good use. The theater company gave Coyote a reading during their new works festival, and liked it so much they decided on a full production. I haven’t seen it yet, but I’ve heard good things. Post-play, head to the Amsterdam for live jazz, since you’ll be in the neighborhood anyway.
I’ve never been much for horror movies, but the Texas Theatre has a good one that sounds delightfully schmaltzy with just a bit of spook. I enjoy ghost stories way more than the weird sadistic blood and guts stuff, anyway. Peter reviewed The Innkeepers last week on FrontRow, and describes one of the leads as a “sputter-lipped, Dwight Schrute-come-Elvis Costello.” Which means I’m sold.
And, sigh, fine. It’s apparently National Frozen Yogurt Day, so you can get free yogurt at any Yogurtland location. If that appeals.
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