And so, SXSW 2012 comes to its inevitable end (baring any last minute shows tomorrow afternoon to cool down), and the only thing that could possible cure my alcohol and junk food wasted body is to get up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow for tailgating outside of a BBQ joint, followed by the meat coma induced by eating said BBQ. Just what the doctor ordered. Until next year SXSW. Until next year.
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