Maaaaan, this weekend was the ACL Festival, and it was truly a humdinger. Eric summed it up best when he said, "I woke up this morning feeling like I just got back from Mexico." I'm a little too worn out to summarize this in a compelling fashion, so here are a few messages that I expect everyone here to pass around.
To Heineken: Stay away from me for two weeks.
To Calexico: Sorry I missed your show. For an explanation, please refer to my message for Heineken.
To the guy who was in front of me at the Pixies show: You are the lamest dude ever. If you weren't much bigger than me, I would've pulled your pants down in front of everyone.
To Modest Mouse: Let me guess the conversation before you guys went out. "Hmm, since it's roughly 80 bajillion degrees out here and people have spent hours trying to crowd in to get a good view, I say we call it quits after 40 minutes and go get some sherbet. Who's with me?!" You suck.
To Dashboard Confessional: You suck extra hard. I thought I'd spontaneously begin to menstruate while listening to you cry babies.
To Elvis Costello: Now THAT'S a damn encore. You made my Sunday.
To the dude in the sarong that first day: Everyone could see your weiner.
To the girl who stood in front of me at the Sloan show: You are hairier than a Lady Sasquatch.
To the Pixies: After Saturday's show, you guys could come over, urinate on all my belongings, and then turn me into my apartment complex for not paying a pet deposit, and I'd still call you guys the Grand Marshalls of the Awesome Parade.
To Zilker Park: Next time, I'm wearing a bathing suit so I can pee without getting up. See you next September.
Posted by Cody at September 19, 2004 8:13 PMyour killing me Cody, I should have just bought some damn airline tickets
Posted by: mark at September 20, 2004 10:36 AMMan, if you had made it down here, they'd be shipping you back to Wyoming in a body bag.
Posted by: Cody at September 20, 2004 6:18 PM