Anyway, there at the site, are the government's tour guides spouting their single bullet theory as well as the conspiracy guys passin' out their alternate theory newspapers. We automatically can't get over how clean the city is, with nice wide streets and plenty of parking. But we're almost too exhausted to enjoy it. Most of the hotels are booked solid but we manage to find one that has one room left, though it only has one bed. Well, we're all about to get real acquainted, I think to myself.
Nobody has to.
I'll take the floor. We wake up still exhausted and seemingly drenched in Waffle House hashbrown grease. And so after sweet, hot showers and some ginseng, we're off to Maggie Mae's, where we are to perform. We're greeted there by the SXSW staff who are so warm, nice and accommodating. Damon, Santos and Nichole are the main three who help us with equipment and figurin' out a game plan.