Update from Kinko's AUSTIN SEXAS!
I. THE FESTIVAL HAS LEFT THE BUILDING
I'm wallowing in apres fun's over depressions/ AKA sxsw festival hangover/ AKA My plane doesn't leave for another three hours/ AKA Why am I putting Ariel Pink on repeat and walking through the streets bumming myself out/AKA Where in God's name are the other fest dip shits that didn't buy a return ticket in time?
Festivals are the true communally external and elongated version of Ecstasy which requires it's patrons to experience a harrowing aftermath to surreal fun (which I've had in offensive levels).
Ya know that feeling, when you're on a Go Kart racing track and you're like "Woooooooh...Vrooooom......Neiuuuuuuu" and all yelling at your friends and you're going to win and stuff, then when your turn is over (or your money runs out) you step onto the still ground and everything looks totally slow (and boring) and you're sad but you don't really want to get back in the Go Kart.
So, when I get back to Portland, any of you level 7 and up friends that love me a little bit, should do something crazy to snap me out of it... such as replace my hand soap with glow stick liquid or be hiding in my bed or something... anything for a little adventure. Okay, here is the updates wrap-up....
II. OWEN WILSON SIGHTING
I shit you not. Okay, I didn't see him, but Matt Wright did, at breakfast. I don't know what direction he was looking. All this Wilson business somehow encouraged me to encourage Adam to watch Wedding Crashers with me, which eventuated into one of the poorest movies I've seen in four years.
III. MUSIC IS SUPER COOL
Soooo much good sound happened. I'll name: Frog Eyes, Dirty Projectors, Juan Maclean, Hot Chip and Rogers Sisters among the winners of my heart. PDXers I missed are the Joggers but apparently they did VERY well. Go Portland.
IV. THIS GUY
The last thing I needed yesterday was for a weird gangster teen (you know, the type with the fuzz-stash and bad skin but you can't put your finger on why it's bad) to follow me and then try to attack me and that's exactly what happened.
V. PEOPLE
So I spent a majority of my time running around with the machismo Juan Maclean crew/the agreeable dorky Hot Chip team and the insanity of Adam Gnade from Adam Gnade, Red from Peter and the Lion and Ray from the Castanets.
OH SHIT. $4 to write this. Fuck that..... I"LL SEE YOU SOON. xoxoxoxxoxoxo
I. THE FESTIVAL HAS LEFT THE BUILDING
I'm wallowing in apres fun's over depressions/ AKA sxsw festival hangover/ AKA My plane doesn't leave for another three hours/ AKA Why am I putting Ariel Pink on repeat and walking through the streets bumming myself out/AKA Where in God's name are the other fest dip shits that didn't buy a return ticket in time?
Festivals are the true communally external and elongated version of Ecstasy which requires it's patrons to experience a harrowing aftermath to surreal fun (which I've had in offensive levels).
Ya know that feeling, when you're on a Go Kart racing track and you're like "Woooooooh...Vrooooom......Neiuuuuuuu" and all yelling at your friends and you're going to win and stuff, then when your turn is over (or your money runs out) you step onto the still ground and everything looks totally slow (and boring) and you're sad but you don't really want to get back in the Go Kart.
So, when I get back to Portland, any of you level 7 and up friends that love me a little bit, should do something crazy to snap me out of it... such as replace my hand soap with glow stick liquid or be hiding in my bed or something... anything for a little adventure. Okay, here is the updates wrap-up....
II. OWEN WILSON SIGHTING
I shit you not. Okay, I didn't see him, but Matt Wright did, at breakfast. I don't know what direction he was looking. All this Wilson business somehow encouraged me to encourage Adam to watch Wedding Crashers with me, which eventuated into one of the poorest movies I've seen in four years.
III. MUSIC IS SUPER COOL
Soooo much good sound happened. I'll name: Frog Eyes, Dirty Projectors, Juan Maclean, Hot Chip and Rogers Sisters among the winners of my heart. PDXers I missed are the Joggers but apparently they did VERY well. Go Portland.
IV. THIS GUY
The last thing I needed yesterday was for a weird gangster teen (you know, the type with the fuzz-stash and bad skin but you can't put your finger on why it's bad) to follow me and then try to attack me and that's exactly what happened.
V. PEOPLE
So I spent a majority of my time running around with the machismo Juan Maclean crew/the agreeable dorky Hot Chip team and the insanity of Adam Gnade from Adam Gnade, Red from Peter and the Lion and Ray from the Castanets.
OH SHIT. $4 to write this. Fuck that..... I"LL SEE YOU SOON. xoxoxoxxoxoxo
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
pennywyze:
Have a hectic day! 
kellmcqueen:
How did you fend off your pimple faced gangsta goon???????????