SXSW: The Update

Is it bad if I kind of just want to not come home really? And drink free vodka tonics until the breaka-breaka dawn? Every night/morning? And attend panels with blisters from broken heels from a night of dancing in gravel? And wear huge sunglasses so people don't notice that my makeup is from the night before? And walk the streets of Austin at 5:00 am in the rain with no clue where I am? And make friends with teenagers who give free rides on their bike handlebars? And fly paper-airplane napkins? And hang out with awesome awesomes? And blog drunk at 3:07 am? Forever and ever until the end of time?

Because I think right about now I'm supposed to be wanting to come home. And, um...

GGC