So, it’s SXSW here in ATX, which means every plaid-adorned skinny jeaned mother effer with a faux hawk take up refuge in our precious city, in hopes of catching some mediocre indie band boasting a baby-faced singer and utterly preposterous lyrics. It isn’t bad enough that getting into a DECENT show means having to fight off a swarm of bearded, sweaty men just to get a view of the act.

Not that this week has been a bust at all. I’d say as far as my past SXSW’s have gone, I’d say this has been the most enjoyable, or at the very least most eventful.

Thursday was also St. Patrick’s day. So naturally taking whiskey shots at three in the afternoon is essential to almost any successful St. Paddy’s day debauchery. Not to mention the ever so essential green drank (lime juice, vodka, VODKA, and maybe some sugar).  We didn’t make it to ANY of the shows we planned on (sorry strokes, POBPAH, and whatever the hell else I rsvped to). But Liberty Bar did feature a pretty sweet trip-hop band and seksy singer. And who the hell even cares about Julian Casablancas anymore? My memory fails me as to what else happened, but I did wake up lying next to me friends toilet, so I call that a successful evening.

Friday, got a late start, thanks to the fuck(ed) fest that was Thursday. Walked all over fucking Austin to find some free shows, only to find that access to any bar was either full or had a malfunctioning AC unit. We also tried to hit up the American Apparel Sale thing but it appeared that every trendy kid in ATX got there before us, so screw that noise. I’m not waiting in line for 2.5 hours for a fuchsia v-neck.

So it became apparent that a trek to the east side was necessary, and after warding off the heat and some passed out hoodlums we found ourselves at Rio Rita for some CAF (cheap as fuck) beers. Easily the best part. 

Some other stuff happened in there too. I made it back to catch the Dodos play at Barbarella as well as some other bands (swan lake?), and then got too tipsy as a result of drankin in the sun.