On the Street

On the Street: Ale, Free Running, Zombies Beer!

Alefest at Hemisfair Park brought out several, several hundred people. This might be the only angle I've seen yet where the new hotel in the background adds order to the San Antonio skyline. Build it and they will come. How many times have we heard that line in regards to some San Antonio mega-building going up? Not trying to get all Roddy Stinson, but you know...

The atmosphere was one of shared purpose. I only saw one goofball go crazy, and even that was minor. Something about a zombie getting injured. But aren't zombies already dead? More on them in a moment.

Oompah loompahers set a regal tone for the occasion. Between song chatter was picked up on the microphones or humorous effect on occasion.

And as people were leaving the event, there was this truck parked outside on Alamo Street. Rumors of a living dead convention began to spread. I walked over to where I thought they would be. It was then that I ran into these dudes celebrating life at Lila Cockrell Park.

Extreme walking or freestyle running? Or something else completely. The film District B-13 has a lot of this sort of loc'd out action.

They took turns doing amazing flips, propelling themselves off that piece of wood thing.

I feel like all this has a lot to do with what this guy is doing in this eastern Europe wasteland.

And finally, the zombies walking. I came up just in time to find the lead procession on its way out to terrorize the city.

My eyes went first to this lady. But who is that in the background?

Michael Jackson in his Thriller daze.

The zombie walk stretched on and on. I escaped over to the Alamo in search of protection from the law.

On the way over I stumbled across the Menger bar. And I was walking out of the bathroom I walked into this oddly appropriate quote from the old moose T.R. Somehow it put the zombie metaphor into greater context.

The Alamo at rest. Tourist mingling. On occasion a ranger is asked to take a group photo for some conventioneers in town from Nebraska.

Overhead in a crow's nest, work continues on the new hotel. And then as I looked down...

...madness.

The dark side pulls me closer.

Tricked again.

It felt like my own personal Blair Witch moment - shaky camera, out of focus, loss of control. Or has that become normal?

I thought of this movie for some reason as the zombies moved along -