Things I do or feel like talking about around town.
E.A.S.T. was held on the second and third weekends of November. My attendance this time was not as intensive as previous years due to travel and visits. It was still very enjoyable.
Here are three tips for those of you attending next year:
And a few photos:
Only in Austin (ok, maybe not): you can have your butt tattooed in one place, and then have it promptly and conveniently removed next door once the alcohol has worn off and you’ve realized what a huge mistake you made.
Today was the first ever Gypsy Picnic Trailer Food Festival. Food trailers have been popping up everywhere in Austin these last few years. The great thing about food trailers is that you can drive them around, so finally somebody had the great idea of putting a festival together at Auditorium Shores: Good, varied, affordable food all in one place.
Hadn’t seen Austin’s most famous transvestite and former mayor candidate in town since the attack almost a year ago. Good to see her back on her heels. Photos taken last Sunday right after the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear.
I went to Jon Stewart’s and Stephen Colbert’s Rally to Restore Sanity/Fear on Sunday. The finance department rejected my request to fly to Washington D.C., so I had to drive to the local rally at the Texas Capitol instead. Another 3,999 people had the same brilliant idea.
While my personal sanity was not entirely restored and thus the rally a resounding failure, I did manage to snap a few photos and had a good time while doing it and checking out the show…
Third and final day of the ACL Music Festival. It was a great time… and now I have a year to recover and get ready for 2011.
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Austin City Limits Music Festival is once again upon us. We had the nicest weather in years (ever?).
More photos below…
The 20th Anual Austin Hot Sauce Festival was held on Sunday. Unfortunately, it was so hot and the lines were so long that I only got to try a few sauces before looking for air-conditioned refuge. My favorite this year: Don’t Panic Hispanic. Unlike past years, it does not seem that the press was alerted of my presence. Good, because I hate paparazzi.
