whew!
You can all breath a sigh of relief.
Marc got his SXSW wristband. I know you were as stressed as he was. Past years of wristband acquirement have included us dropping everything on one of the last Thursdays in February, racing down to Waterloo Records, standing with hundreds of other music freaks who spend the hours on line staring at, judging and in some cases openly insulting the people around them in an attempt to justify their coolness.
This year, the organizers changed that with an online application and lottery for the 4,000 wristbands. We applied last week, but, because each Austin resident can only apply for her own + one guest - we had to apply separately - Marc and Chuck and me on my own application. It was touch and go there for a few days… but, it’s official - the three of us have wristbands.
Yes, we’ve had a lot to worry about these days… Will we get wristbands? Can we see all the shows we want to? Will Chuck cry if we don’t get to see Yo La Tengo and My Morning Jacket? Will Marc and Chuck be able to make it through another Playboy party without Aimee to hold them both up on the 5 mile walk home at 4am?
At least these very major life questions will be answered soon enough… then we can get back to that other little life event that’s coming in May.
(semi-ironically) Listening: Weezer
Hell, being a baby famer and carrying around an extra few punds for the last few months should set you up nicely for carrying the three of us home this year from the playboy party.
Aimee: “What do you guys want to do tonight?”
Chuck “Playboy party.”
Aimee: “Where do you want to eat dinner?”
Chuck: “Playboy party>”
Aimee: “Do you want to see some bands before we go to the party?”
Chuck: “Playboy party”
And on and on.
I’d swear I’m gonna be better this year, but I can’t promise anything.