Date: Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Time: 8:14 p.m. (don’t start.)
Place: The first floor of the Austin Convention Center.
Well, Stitch Early’s showcase was supposed to start at seven. Its a quarter after eight and I’m three blocks away from the fun, filing the story for tomorrow’s Frederick News-Post. He was supposed to text me when he found out what time he was actually going to go on, but – and this is scary – I texted him about a half-hour ago and still have yet to hear anything. Wouldn’t it be great if I came all this way and missed the single 15-minute block of time I came here for? Life.
I had food truck tacos today. They were good. Or, well, good enough. It’s Texas, man. And South By Southwest. What do you expect me to do – head over to the McDonald’s “loft” for a Quarter Pounder? We were approached by a very drunk man, and that was fun. I also watched Stitch Early change his pants in a parking lot. A very eventful Tuesday, indeed.
Oh, and the graffiti wall! Man, that thing is impressive. Get to the top, look out over Austin, and realize precisely how many feelings you’ve been suppressing for the last few years. The smell of spray paint, dirt, sweat and heartache go together quite well in the springtime, you know. Bob and Arthur approved.
There’s a line the size of six Carroll Creeks to get into the official South By Southwest kick-off party on Sixth Street. Ha. Also of note: I saw someone in a Donny costume and all my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles feelings rushed into my brain. Someone once sang, “You can see a million miles tonight, but you can’t get very far.”
So true.
