It’s day one of SXSW. You’d think that a coffee house located near the conference site would be open bright and early Saturday morning, but you would be wrong. That will teach me to over sleep. I resorted to the much too crowded competitor down the street, a vendor I ordinarily avoid but I was caffeine deprived. Those poor baristas were getting slammed, but managed to brew, froth, steam, and pour with a merry smile that verged on crazed (not really. I just don’t understand morning merriness without caffeine). The only saving grace of that very long wait was listening to the string of designer orders. Can you believe someone ordered his drink “extra hot?”
It might be my imagination but there seem to be a lot of little one’s being pushed about it strollers this year. It’s cute, though some of their rides are better built that any car I’ve ever owned. Speaking of which—
People who complain about traffic, parking, etc. Take the bus. It’s easy and you might meet someone interesting. I met a lovely British couple, not actually here for SXSW, but hey, they thought I was charming. It’s been a long time since anyone thought I was charming.
In my caffeine-deprived state I think I saw Chandler Bing run by me on Congress at 4th. Is Matthew Perry in a SX film? I’ll have to check.
This article appears in March 7 • 2008.