since we went to Israel in May on Birthright, we were invited to Birthright's SXSW bagels n' shmear/open bar party on congress which was also presented by jdub records. when we arrived, they were given out flasks at the door. it was a great start to the day.
as we mowed down on our lox and cream cheese, we watched the following bands:
girls in trouble (brooklyn)
deleon (brooklyn)
fool's gold (LA)
(they sang in hebrew which was a delight)
after about 6 to 7 drinks a piece, we stumbled toward waterloo park to catch some more bands and sun. but not before we stopped at the convention centre to check out flatstock, my poster artist wetdream. such a feast for the eyes, it's a bit overwhelming. but i did manage to walk out of there with a decision. a fucked up poster by daniel romano. it's a fucking beaut.
we carried on to waterloo and caught another set by monotonix
we quickly walked back to our house to get ready for the night portion of saturday, but we got distracted and jumped on the trampoline, I didn't know we had in the backyard, for 20 minutes...
after that we went and caught wintersleep at the rusty spur
where they opened up for echo and the bunnymen!
we got perty drunk off jello shooters there, and made friends with the most non-gay-looking gay man who just couldn't get enough of my "monica-in-the-episode-where-she-has-humidity-induced-frizz" hair. shiiiitttttttyyy.
on to the vice party we went, nice and toasted. only to find out that we had to wait in line for an hour and we missed obits by one minute :(
the party was "open bar," but apparently vice's take on open bar is lining up warm cups of juice and tequila, and leaving it on the bar for people to take at their leisure. speedy, but gross.
the only band i remember from that party was annihilation time.
they were good, but if you stand too close to the stage, be prepared to get soaked with beer, or bottled (in lo's case)
a dance party followed where i met my male, gay counterpart on the dancefloor.
we hit it off pretty well.
the night ended shortly thereafter, but not before bumping into Joseph Gordon Levitt for a second time on the street, hailing a cab, after picking up a chick.
This time, instead of pretending we didn't know who he was, we caved and told him how much we loved him.
Laura even told him that her favourite line in 10 things i hate about you is when he says:
"i learned french for you"
a great way to end the evening...
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