The Austin City Limits Festival occurs this weekend. Unlike last year, I will not be attending every day. That's not just me being a wuss; I have a good reason. Last year, it was so hot and crowded, I'm pretty sure I went into labor that Saturday. Wait, I'm getting confused. It was so hot and crowded, I WISHED I had gone into labor. Childbirth would've been a relief because then, people would've cleared some space for me and given me a cup of ice. Also, who's going to keep a guy with a newborn from going backstage? It would've been a good idea, that's all I'm saying. Alas, I get away from my main point: 100 degree heat + tens of thousands of people + $5 beer = all kinds of discomfort, and I'm pretty sure I explored each one thoroughly that weekend.
Instead of the three day thang, I'll be rocking out the Sunday lineup. I have no idea who's playing then. For all I know, I may've actually bought the ticket to help them clean-up. In that case, I'll be spending most of my time hosing vomit off of the side of Widespread Panic's tour bus. That doesn't matter; I'd still fork over my money. ACL is ACL. It's a lot like a vitamin. If you go without your vitamins, you become weak and your teeth start falling out. Contrary, if you do nothing but eat vitamins, you'll be puking all day long. You need just enough vitamins, much like I need just enough ACL. For me, one day, no matter what it holds, is just enough.
If I know you and you're going on Sunday (I'm looking at you, Danza) then let me know who you'll be going to see. If I know you and you're not going on Sunday, consider giving me a ride. The first year of ACL, I didn't know you were supposed to ride the shuttles out to the venue, so I parked in a nearby neighborhood. That beautiful idea turned into the world's biggest weinerbiscuit real quick-like when the show ended. The show ended late at night, at which point I realized that I wasn't sure where I parked AND that the streets of the residential area weren't lit. Thank God I had a car alarm clicker that made a noise along with the ability to run like an Ethiopian marathoner, since I had to spend the next 75 minutes hauling through the streets, clicking like a madman, looking for a familiar sound. Let's not that happen. It's bad for me, bad for the batteries in my car alarm clicker, and bad for property values.Posted by Cody at September 20, 2005 6:30 PM