…Deep in the Heart of Texas!

Rob is being tough in the middle.

Last night a small group of us were running around doing the “hit as many parties and drink as much free booze as you can” thing, which is half the reason to come to South by Southwest in the first place. We got cozy at the Gowalla party for a while before deciding to head out and catch up with some of our friends.

By this point, it had moved up from a mild drizzle to a solid downpour, and the indoor-outdoor event turned indoor-only as everyone started coming in out of the rain. It was hard for all of them to find a seat, so when we got up to go, a group of people eagerly lurched for our table and dumped fruit juice and vodka all over my right arm in the process. I shook it off and forged ahead.

Outside it was cold and rainy and there weren’t any cabs, but we trudged to another party anyway where we found a really long line to get in. Sighing, we all whipped out our iPhones to find another, less crowded party, and it was then that I reached the point where I was like, No. Just no. And also: no. Done. Going back to the hotel.

Annie had felt the same way; she got dressed and headed down, felt a gust of the cold and rain and turned around. So we met in the lobby, and from there I sent out a text asking folks to come join us for an impromptu party.

Drenched friends started showing up until our little cozy corner of the lobby was filled to bursting with just about everyone that I love that had come to South by Southwest. We laughed and chatted until one in the morning, warm and dry.

It was the best party in Austin.