Hello darlings! It's been an insanely busy end of week/weekend, plus I'm getting ready to fly to Hawaii tomorrow, so today's post is more picture diary than cutting commentary. Hope that flips your bic because, phew! -- I am TIRED. So, if you don't already know, Austin is host to the annual SXSW music festival. For a couple of weeks the entire city revolves around films, free music, free parties, and lots and lots and lots of free alcohol -- unless you happen to be six months pregnant like moi, in which case you skip the drinking binges. Dammit. I only made it out two days this year -- and even that almost killed me -- but I'm glad I went. The unborn fetus and I saw some great music, and we even have a few pictures to prove it.
Day 1 was dominated by the Bird's Barbershop party, which was new and improved over last year's rockin' party due to an explanded venue and extra special marketing efforts by Miss Karly herself.
Poor Karly had to squat down 500 feet to match my diminutive height, and sadly this is the only SXSW picture I have of us together, so enjoy!
King Khan and the Shrines are like some kind of a bizarre, transatlantic James Brown.
N.A.S.A. rocked the house with extra help from a martian cheerleader.
My pal Diana was assaulted by an extraterrestrial creature.
Later that night we went to see Tricky at the Levi's Fader Fort and I happened to be in the right place at the right time.
Day 2 was all about eating burgers at P. Terry's, and then heading back to the Fader Fort.
He finally did. Karly braved the crowds to get pretty close to Mr. West, but I stayed back for fear of having the baby squeezed out of me by frat tools. This was the best shot I could get out of my point and shoot, but you can still see his cutoff jean vest/jacket thing that Karly found most perplexing.
So, that's it for my SXSW coverage. Karly's got more for you on Tuesday, but I'd like to leave you with some shots of Kanye West's house, featured in Interior Design.
Not bad. It's pretty much a masculine mod shrine to Takashi Murakami and Andy Warhol, and I would totally live there. Except for this:
Or maybe I would live there because of this? All the music and ambient pot smoke must have befuddled me, because I'm really not sure.
Well, blog buddies, I'm going to be on vacation for almost two weeks. I'm sorry that I haven't had time to catch up on a lot of your awesome blogs lately, but hopefully when I return from relaxing on the beach I will be totally rested and raring to go.
While I'm gone, Captain Karlypants will be steering the ship with help from first mate guest bloggers Hello Gorgeous, Eye Spy, The Homebound, and Even Cleveland. Please be sure to tune in to check out their fantastico posts. Thanks for supporting our blog, and I'll see you when I get back!