Courtesy of the humorous Twitter feed Evil MoPac. Click on it to get the full view. Sadly, I get to automatically check three boxes because they’re year-round problems with the rude morons who have moved here from Dallas. We did go to Rainey Street last weekend to celebrate the majority of the house stuff being completed, the weather clearing up and we had a hankering for Bangers. Despite the streets being swamped by the badge-wearing assholes from “the Industry” and wannabes, trust me, I was laughing at one that said, “working press.” It’s more polite and prestigious than “Unpaid intern with a trust fund,” or Meghan McCain for short.
Personally, Austin has grown up enough to not be so dependent on this now annoying, asshole gathering and I wouldn’t shed a tear if it went away. It was nice until a $200 wristband didn’t guarantee entry to everything. I never bought one since I either didn’t have a good-paying job or when I did land the good-paying job, it has always been inflexible with my schedule, including medical or personal emergencies. I can’t wait for Sunday morning, when they hung over and getting on their planes yet dreading how they’re doing the back-of-the-envelope math to buy a place here with their bloated NY/CA equity to push me out.