Friday, June 06, 2003
I am a capitalist scumbag |8:45 AM| Went with Portal out to "First Thursday" which is a street party-esque event down on South Congress. The stores stay open a lot later, there's live music, street performers, merchants, craftsman, and famous transvestites that are running for mayor.
Parking is a bit of a bitch, but I managed to find a really nice spot. It was adjacent to another parking space that was being vacated as I parked. Right as I get out of my car, this enormous bus pulls up. The people inside yell "Hey! If we give you $10 will you find some place else to park?". I took their money (as Portal rolled her eyes), moved my car, and quickly found another place to park. I tried to give the money back but they told me to keep it. "Dude, you helped us, dude!". The bus was completely covered in Paul Frank type art. Before I noticed the Paul Frank stuff, I had asked them if they were a band of some kind. They claimed to be part of "Road Rules", so I suddenly didn't feel as guilty taking their money (I somehow doubt the veracity of that statement). Damn reality shows.
Austin Hotel has a ridiculously shaped sign.
I met a guy playing a didjeridu, and we discussed proper playing technique. He taught me a few tricks to try for learning "circular breathing" which is the key to that instrument. He didn't have a hat out, he said he hadn't brought it this time, that he was just out there doing it for fun. Nice fellow. Portal claims I'm really good with strangers, to which I have no real reply. I might jokingly suggest that I'm not afraid of stranger danger, because said strangers should be much more afraid of my unpredictable self.
I am a capitalist scumbag |8:45 AM| Went with Portal out to "First Thursday" which is a street party-esque event down on South Congress. The stores stay open a lot later, there's live music, street performers, merchants, craftsman, and famous transvestites that are running for mayor.
Parking is a bit of a bitch, but I managed to find a really nice spot. It was adjacent to another parking space that was being vacated as I parked. Right as I get out of my car, this enormous bus pulls up. The people inside yell "Hey! If we give you $10 will you find some place else to park?". I took their money (as Portal rolled her eyes), moved my car, and quickly found another place to park. I tried to give the money back but they told me to keep it. "Dude, you helped us, dude!". The bus was completely covered in Paul Frank type art. Before I noticed the Paul Frank stuff, I had asked them if they were a band of some kind. They claimed to be part of "Road Rules", so I suddenly didn't feel as guilty taking their money (I somehow doubt the veracity of that statement). Damn reality shows.
Austin Hotel has a ridiculously shaped sign.
I met a guy playing a didjeridu, and we discussed proper playing technique. He taught me a few tricks to try for learning "circular breathing" which is the key to that instrument. He didn't have a hat out, he said he hadn't brought it this time, that he was just out there doing it for fun. Nice fellow. Portal claims I'm really good with strangers, to which I have no real reply. I might jokingly suggest that I'm not afraid of stranger danger, because said strangers should be much more afraid of my unpredictable self.
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