Ha ha ha, I kind of hate you. Um, with love. I'm just jealous.
An excerpt from an email I sent to a friend who was going to dinner with Henri (events coordinator at the Drafthouse):
"Please to tell Henri that he is Dead To Me for the following reasons:
1) He knew my British Comedic Boyfriend was going to be in Austin and gave me neither a ticket nor advance warning."
Cause, SRSLY HENRI, YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT PEGG!
Anyway, your write-up made me smile. And miss the Drafthouse.