3/12/05
3:30 PM Attend Blogs & Blockades panel with fascinating information about media and self scensorship in response to media and government restrictions. And how this may move forward to shape politics in both local and international arenas..
5:00 PM Split time between Exploding Dog & Social Software and Shades of Trust panels.
6:00-8:00 The Awful Quest in search of food. For a party of 13. Without Reservations.
“And lo, I shall tell my people to wander the streets of Austin, lost, and forlorn. And they shall hunger. And though they meander from 3rd and Congress around the block in futililty and then navigate their weakened and famished party in a delerious frenzy of progressive crankiness and denial and waiting at restaurant after restaurant, they will continue to walk. And walk. And walk. And the tribe shall become weary and yet they will press on. And thank goodness they wore the right walking shoes. And lo, they shall attempt to depend on WIFI and SMS messaging to reach and coordinate with each other. And Lo, they shall become sated with a walkupto window for pizza and stromboli. And it shall be good.”
8:00 Allowed in to the Frog Design Party.
8:10-8:40 Exclaim “What the Fuck.” Excerpts from comments between my party included as follows:
– “Is this trying to be Moulin Rouge or Cirque de Soleil or Burning Man?”
– “Where the fuck’s the beer. Damn it. There’s just shitty beer.”
– “This multiple room thing makes me feel like I’m in a Vincent Price Movie”
– “Please tell this hippy to shut up.”
– “You wanna pretend that this is the cool room and that we’re on E and like, totally, like completely, ya know, rolling?”
– “I love you man. No totally I love you man. No seriously. I really fucking love you man.”
– “Weird vibe. What gives. Are they trying to create an environment by which people can’t actually talk to each other? Let’s bounce.”
– “What’s up my AzNs?!”
8:45-9:45 PM – Omni hotel lounging. Argue over fucked up billing associated with Jason’s mixed drinks. Upload additional pix to flickr. Laugh for a while. Have the valet dude beg me for a cigarette.
9:46 PM – Rapid Exit prompted by the fact that one of the party, while in the Omni men’s bathroom, completely CLOCKED a dude for trying to mug him.
9:47-10:00 – Exclaim to Kent “Dude you’re so my fucking hero. See! The first brawl in SXSW this year *was not* started by *me*!
10:00PM-1:00AM – Proceed to get drunk at the Chuggin Monkey. I kissed a pirate. I also kissed Katie’s Belly. Headstands and kisses were done. And I am now ready to command folks as appropriate to “Present Cheek!”
1:05 AM – 2:00AM – Hang with other peeps at Paradise Lounge and kiss others as well. Negotiate with bartenders re: how to address after party components.
2:00AM – 2:05 AM – I petted the soft nose of a Police Pony. Yes a Pony. While I had two bottles of open liquor in my bag. PONY!
2:05 AM – 3:15AM – Hanging out in Mr. Dan’s party penthouse with a gangload of folks and trashtalking further.
3:15-3:40 AM – Drive on the Freeway home to Ms. taras. With mild detour to McDs for late night frenchfries. Frenchfries at 3AM are Godly.
4:00 AM – Crash. Hard. No, I mean really hard. Like windows 98 hard.
