I love Austin. There is always. Something. To. Complain. About.
Always.
I mean, hey - let’s go ahead and complain about ourselves.
This article is full of so much whining it’s almost unbelievable. “Waaaah, people who live in Austin like partying and live music, too, and wised up and realized they don’t need a wristband to experience it. NOT FAIR. WAAAAAAAAAAH!” QQ more, noob.
I always thought the annoying thing about SXSW was the out-of-towner d-bags who stand around talking about how cool they are because they are at SXSW. You want to talk about people being in your way, creating long lines, and generally turning the smallest tasks into giant hassles? Try spending your entire spring break attempting (unsuccessfully) to dodge all of the additional traffic and headaches created by ungrateful, egomaniacal assholes in tight pants and fedoras congratulating themselves for being so awesome, all competing for the position of Biggest Tool, and bitching about “townies” and non-existent “heat.” (Come back in August, you pansies.) Honestly, I think the locals deserve some free drinks and food after putting up with that bullshit for a week.
Wow, this last paragraph is pretty much exactly how I feel about Sundance in Park City. How ironic.
