Douche by Douche West 2008, day one
March 9, 2008 by adizzle
Day one for me was really night two for the interactive/film festival. I have no badge, no pass, no money. Just a crib sheet of interweb rvsp’s and the desire to go hear and see as much as I can for freeeee (so, basically Townie by Townie West 2008).
This is my last festival . . . and by last festival I mean last time I sit in traffic screaming at people to GO HOME, CUT YOUR HAIR and QUIT EATING MY TACOS! Okay I don’t really scream at anyone while driving but my thoughts exclaim in capital letters.
Ma petite entourage et moi started out at 6th street very early, like 8pm early. I hid in the bathroom to avoid an ex-pseudoboyfriend (from this point further, let’s call them “epb”s) I didn’t want to see. I’ve avoided this one for like years and I’m rather proud of it . . . sort of how I used to brag how I hadn’t puked in 11 years. Give that bravado some quirky tag-line and that’s what I have about avoiding specific EPB’s in public. Anywho, my friends and I went to several bars trying to either find free beer, a good dance party and/or all the above and it was impossible. I can’t remember laughing my ass off so much in one evening. The people? Rid-i-culous. Ridiculous. Seriously ridiculous. I could not keep a straight face or make small talk. I kept to the periphery, my eyes upwards in constant rotation . . . I managed to snap a few photos here and there . . . for my Flickr friends check the tag “stranger danger.” My friends chatted up boys like it was THEIR JOB. Too hilarious for words.
Here’s a pictorial of Bridge and I portraying Cool by Coolwest 2008 (CXCW08):
Later, we gave Austin’s most famous homeless transvestite a ride home, saving her from an SUV of douchey-frat boys who wanted to put her in their “movie.” I am seriously not making this stuff up.
Ah. Sort of that “classic crazy” Austin night that fills me with so much nostalgia (and by nostalgia I mean future nostalgia . . . I wistfully enjoy each good night out as if I imagine myself a few months in the future sitting alone in an empty apartment without friends thinking back to the good old Austin days) even though I was making fun of everyone the entire time we were out.
Miraculously I managed to score a Horse+Donkey CD off a dance floor, don’t ask me how. It’s still shrink-wrapped and everything. Night two . . . begins at 8:00pm with a beautiful open bar followed by a retro hop of socks.
shut up. there used to be a time where i could (and would) brag about not having puked in 11 years. i actually tried not to brag too much, for fear that that would curse me into puking.