Yeeeeeeah dawgs, tomorrow is the best Friday of the year, Jane Magazine's SXSW party. Just like with last year, I have sleazed my way inside with my legal representation, Dean Zyvarb. Well, I think we're in; should some of you get a phone call from me begging to borrow a mariachi uniform, know that we've reverted to Plan B. Whether we're hobnobbing with the elite or slinging Night Train with the hobos, we're having a good time. Expect a full report on Monday.
There's something particularly interesting about SXSW this year in the Powell household: I have visitors. They're not really my visitors; they're Laura's brother's friends. However, since Laura and her brother aren't here, I'm calling the shots. The rules of the house, as I've described them:
1. Don't feel weird about pawning Laura's underwear, makeup, or college diploma.
2. Do feel weird about addressing me as anything other than the Commodore.
3. Stay away from my booze, unless it looks crappy, in which case you're obligated to drink it.
4. We start every morning with a 6 AM Wii Bowling tournament. Should I beat you, you will write a one act play on a topic of my choice. You have 30 minutes to write this, and gratuitous nudity is encouraged.
5. Octopussy calls the shots in the back bedroom. If she crawls into your bed and demands attention, you will be a tender, compassionate lover.
6. Guests may not use the toilet; there's a reason I dropped a shovel on your bed.
And that's all we've got. Back on Monday with some SXSW musings, hopefully including the story of how I became part of Amy Winehouse's posse.
Posted by Cody at March 15, 2007 07:37 PM