Ten years ago yesterday, a little show about the horrors of high school from a then-unknown TV writer debuted on the WB. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
went on to surprising and unpredicted levels of critical and popular success, blah blah witty writing blah blah character development blah blah lesbians, if you don't know what I'm talking about, that's okay, but if you do, then I shouldn't need to recap it here. If you don't know and you want to, here's
a good place to start.
Last night, the Alamo Drafthouse presented a celebration of the series
in the form of an all-night Buffy party. From midnight-ish to the not-so-wee hours of the morning, there were selected episodes from all seven seasons, a trivia quiz, a costume contest, a vampire piñata (that we took turns staking instead of beating), and Nerf crossbow duels. Oh, and a breakfast taco bar in the morning, because this is Austin and there is no better salve after a morning of gleeful idiocy than a couple breakfast tacos. Usually it's a hangover cure, but I don't think anyone was drunk on anything other than fanboy (or -girl) giddiness.
If you have to ask if I was there, then really, you don't know me at all. If you have to ask why
I was there, when I have all of the shows on DVD and can watch them at my leisure and don't have to roll in to work on three hours of sleep...that's a little trickier.
It's not that I was out to prove anything, that I can still party like a high-school geek. I'm not part of any kind of fan community who would make fun of me for not going. No one I know will be impressed that I watched an old TV show until nine in the morning, and right now my mom and my sister are planning an intervention (wouldn't be the first time, won't be the last).
Speaking of: if you didn't know, Pancake is getting a little brother. Flapjack is due in June or July. As a little brother myself, there will be much to teach him. Mwa ha.
If there's one thing that the Alamo Drafthouse has taught me, it's that good TV just gets better as the appreciative audience gets larger. It's the entire basis for their TV Party
line of shows; it's not that you can get a burger and a beer with your TV, you can do that at home. It's being with like-minded folk. And when it's a show with as passionate a following
as Buffy the Vampire Slayer, with the whole "going 'till dawn" aspect to weed out the wannabes, well, you're gonna get a fun group of folk. (And here's another reason I love this town: despite the midnight-to-dawn showtime and the $30 ticket price, they still filled two theaters with fans.)
And here's why my girlfriend, besides being gorgeous and smart and funny and sweet and kind, and even though she's not a special fan of the show (her exact words, if I can recall: "I've seen a couple episodes. Meh."), is the awesomest: she still came with me and lasted as long as I did, up until the showing of "Once More, with Feeling"
singalong (which would've been the best part but again, had to work today, and the difference between two hours of sleep and three hours is huge). She sat there, all night, with me. For a show she's not even a fan of. Ladies, gentlemen: I love my girlfriend. I loved her before last night, but I love her even more now.
As we were leaving, she said, "I think I could be persuaded to watch some more episodes." Behold, the power of Buffy.