danieass

Texas is the reason why I've been feeling so empty lately.

I had the time of my life in Austin, at SXSW music festival shit.

My relationship with the RedBull House can be described as the following.
Liver and me, still friends. However, blood sugar level tried to fight me.
RedBull House was still the most amazing thing, ever. I don't think anyone can comprend it if they weren't there. Basically, ridiculous. Bananas. Awesome.

Bands I Saw:
Brandtson, Cold War Kids, Of Montreal, Gil Mantera's Party Dream, Royden, Circa Survive, Head Automatica. (Total=7)

Places I Drank At:
Capitol Place Hotel, Buffalo Billiards, Daddy's, Beauty Bar, RedRum, RedBull House, The Speakeasy, Emo's, 4 Seasons Hotel, Latitude 30, Friends, Antone's. (Total=12)

Streets I Conquered:
Everything between 9th and Cesar Chavez (N/S), and Sabine and Nueces (E/W). (Total=a lot)

General Ongoings, Not In Order:
Spending a lot of time with my Royden boys and a bunch of the Hopeless Records guys in general. Uncle Tobin love. Nick Pultz is my big brother/I'm his baby girl. Royden's favorite girl. Them all being family. Maxing out labels tabs. Seeing Matt from Brandtson a good amount. Coby from Say Anything is my best friend. Sharing Vicoden and Oxycodone. Sasha, NickSnow and I swimming/hottubbing and eating at
Daddy's way too much. Drinking at least 12 hours a day. Never want to pay for a drink again. Getting tattooed when I was shitfaced. Stumbling around with Arielle.2. Talking to a lot of cute boys. Making a lot of new friends. Walking around with stamps on my face and not caring. Give me your Diesel jeans works both ways. Finding some love/hate relationships. Convincing everyone Treebo and I were engaged and people believing it. Proposing marriages with everyone else. Reminding people of their affiliations when they were too drunk to remember. Talking our way in and out of things. Doug from the Sleeping and Nate from TREOS getting kicked out of Redrum. Coffee pot Ramen with straws (no utensils.) The Ramen machine burns and breaks. 15th floor. Lack of clean towels=Lack of showering. Underwear bathing suits. Walking the streets like a New Yorker and doing it right. Directing traffic like a champ, my way. Waterfalls. Bleeding. Laying on the floor laughing for no reason. Backwards summersaults on beds. Calling shots and being correct. Packing light, way too light. Not sleeping. Skyy, Yellowtail, Jack Daniels=the drinks of choice. Free manicures and make-up jobs. Looking like a clown. People perpetually falling asleep on me. JagerBombs. Sidekick pictures. A stupid number of Sidekicks. Sidekick envy. Threatening to throw Sidekicks with Steven Rojas. Veggie alliances. Every place selling out of every vegan thing that I could eat. Only eating once a day anyway. Survival by nuts, potatoes and bread. Being sick and drinking doesn't help. 6th Street life. Trashing hotel rooms. Respect. Boots, boots, boots. Matching white shoes. RedBull House every waking moment possible. Trying to move into the RedBull House. Dancing and drinking Sparks. Mimosas and yellow roses. Talking about touring. Never wanting to come home. Hugs from old friends. Coughing copius amounts. Overnighting cell phones and marijuana. Biting ass. Not having a badge or wristband matters none when you have friends. Not taking enough pictures for what this weekend was. Indie rock spring break 2006. Forgetting SXSW was a music festival. 574839201 hours of delayed flights. Some of the best days of my life.


And now that I am home, I feel like I'm missing something. It's incredibly hard for me to concentrate on being back in NY when all I want to do is be with the people I was with last weekend. I don't think it has anything to do with the fact that I was on vacation, but more the environment. Some of those people have always been my family and I hate being apart from them. I just want to buy a big house and stick all my favorite people in them and we can all live together in chaos. My family needs to come here. We make things perfect when we're there for each other.