southby southwho

so this past week was SXSW. for those of you that don't know, it's the time when austin is inundated with hipsters and posers and industry folk (as though we don't have enough of those already). they bask in our climate, our culture, our laid-back vibe while us working stiffs slave away in "pods." obviously i didn't partake in most of the happenings.

saturday night however, the one "industry" person i know came in town. tess's friend christian is a promoter/PR chick for a bunch of texas artists and so we tagged along with her to a derailers show at the broken spoke. i must confess, that is the one and only honky tonk i have ever felt an affinity for. anytime i walk in there i feel the need to be spun around in circles by a man in a cowboy hat. after about three hours there, we decided to head to an irish pub downtown, what with it being st. patty's day and all. we were about to pull out of the parking lot when these two long-haired california hippies came running up to tess's VW bug and asked if we could give them a ride downtown. they said they were supposed to play a show in 20 minutes and there were no cabs. i asked what band they played for and the one with red hair said lions in the streets. i believe he was typecast. see?



so we rushed them downtown and felt important and helpful being that we saved their day. of course we couldn't find parking at midnight on a saturday during southby, so we just went to magnolia and ate mud queso and bonded with the kind hippie...




then we ended up wandering over to saxon pub for the end of some other guy's set. all in all, the night just made me remember how much i love austin in all its randomness and how i am an old lady that loves her sleep.




as an aside, if you do not already live in austin: it sucks, you will hate it, do not move here. PLEASE. i beg of you.