Welp, it’s that time of the year again, when all of your friends go down to Austin and have the most amazing time watching every new band that’s better and cooler than any band you’ve ever seen and partying with the most interesting people you’ll never meet, all while you’re stuck here because of work or kids or a jury trial or whatever.
Hey, at least you’ll be here for St. Patrick’s Day, right?
To me, spending St. Paddy’s in Austin as SXSW winds down to its last moments of hype and buzz sounds like a huge hassle, and I don’t think you’re missing much. By the end of it all, every neighborhood radiating from downtown has been ravaged by the endless shuffling of smug, enthusiastic drunks in oversized sunglasses and plaid shirts, tramping over discarded demo CDs, Fader Fort fliers, and promotional condom wrappers. When Saturday’s Maximum Booze Holiday rolls around, 6th Street will be a volatile mix of stinky musicians clinging to showcase dreams and meatheads ready to knock back Jägers and punch faces, all of it threatening to spill across Cesar Chavez and upset all those folks chilling at Lustre Pearl. No thank you. At least here in the Fort, the unwashed and inebriated will pretty much stay in one general geographic location. In other words, you can escape the crowds, should you so desire.