The Highest Point in Austin

Tonight should have been a disaster.

First of all, it was September 11. Disasters happen then, right?

So because of that historic date, we at the Alamo decided to have some fun with it by throwing a TEAM AMERICA Sing and Quote-Along. After the show, we went out onto Sixth Street and sang, “America, Fuck Yeah” to the cops, and my tight racing outfit made my balls hurt but allowed for lots of photo ops.

Unfortunately, I haven’t seen any of those yet.

After the TEAM AMERICA show, Caitlin and I had a DISCO INFERNO Sing-Along to throw. This was the first time we’d done any mixed up disco videos, and we weren’t sure that it was going to work at all, but it ended up being one of the most fun nights we’ve ever had at a Sing-Along. There was a point where the oldest man in the room (and he was at least 65) was dancing on the stage and he leaned over to tell me, “Please, don’t stop the party.” FUCKING AWESOME.

So I didn’t stop the party then, and we kept it going with some freshly installed disco balls, and everything was awesome.

The truly amazing bit of the night, however, didn’t come until later, and had nothing to do with the shows. It instead had to do with sky scrapers, which is this whole other side of 9/11…

John Harney came back to my building with me, and we were thinking that we’d have a beer or two, watch some TV, and call it a night. When we got to the 360, however, we saw the worst thing you can ever possibly see when you live in a high rise – a sign telling you that the elevators are out. And so they are.

Until tomorrow morning, the only way to access my floor – the 21^st floor – is via the staicase.

So at first, I was upset. “What the fuck?” I thought. “Should I try to sell my condo to some unsuspecting Californian?” John was still game for walking up to my floor, though, so we went for it. And it was during that 21 story climb that I realized something:

Most of the time, the security in my building has this weird thing where the stairwells only empty out into the bottom, the ground floor. So I could get to the stairs from my floor in an emergency, but if I had a friend who lived two floors up or down, I would have to wait for the elevator, because the stairwell wouldn’t open up onto their floor. Tonight, however, the stairs had to open up on every floor, so that people who were coming home and unable to get on the elevator could still get to their condo.

“Every floor?” I thought – and John and I instantly decided to see how high we could get.

And oh my god, you guys – we could get high. Not just high in the building, either, but onto the roof!!! So we of course got out there, and then from the roof realized that we could actually climb up into the point of the hypodermic needle on top of this building. It was beautiful, and crazy, and we took lots of videos and pictures.

I keep trying to embed my YouTube video from the very tip top of the building, but WordPress is made of poop. If someone reading this can help me turn a shitstorm into shitstormonade, please let me know. In the meantime, WATCH THIS VIDEO:

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