SXSW Music Fest: Day 1

I arrive in Austin after a day of travel filled with misdirection and airport chili, which lead to more misdirection. My cab driver, from Somolialand (not to be confused with Somalia) was the first pleasant face of many I'd encounter. At the AT&T visitor, I picked up my roomcard and opened the door to a fantastic room.

Plush pimp paddage.

I got in touch with Hie and headed to the presidential suite where she, Alex, Noah and Christian were digging into a pack of Shiner Bock. Tunes and tales were tossed, leading to an exit for some tunes. A cab outfitted with enough green to turn greedy dropped us at Frank (NOT to be confused with FrankS) and we feasted on dogs and waffle fries. Kate Z from BU and her friend Jessie arrived and joined the merry crew.

Finishing our dogs we headed next door to The Phoenix and were greeted with a sound that resembled music if it were put in a blender and then abused as a child. No number of drinks could spin that sound into the positive, so we headed out into the warm night.

Made our way to 6th st or dirty sex or some other intelligent nickname for a section of town that can only be described as Cancun, Texas style. to the Dirty Nickel (?) where Kates roommate bartends. 2(0) sweet teas later, we're cutting rugs. Rather, we're dancing in a bar. We decide an actual dancefloor might be better. Quick stop off at a club with now ceiling and giant mammoth tusks (there was an elevated dancefloor, would have been cool when i was 18 but all I could think was that someone was going to fall and break their neck, mark my words...) then to Qua, which is supposed to be french for water. Or something. I think it translated, roughly, to slutty Dr.Evil palace. The dance floor was over a shark tank! That shits pimp. Broke it down for a bit and then Kate gave me a ride back to the hotel.

All in all, the first night was great. Not much music to speak of, but today should prove fruitful.