Mission Mission

What? You weren’t ready for Fitzgerald Friday? Well then, it’s time to get reacquainted!  Might I suggest starting out with one of my personal favorites:  May Day, a tale of drunken debauchery on a warm May night in 1919 New York?

Perhaps you’re the sensitive type, in which case you might be better served by “The Diamond As Big As the Ritz.” Or maybe it’s time for a makeover, so follow along as “Bernice Bobs Her Hair.”  If you’ve got a lot of spare time today, might as well go all the way with The Great Gatsby.  At the very least, try the “Nintendo” adaptation!

For some reason, every time I read F. Scott, I get this shot of confidence that makes me feel like I can do anything (like get a bloody mary for lunch)!  Are there any other authors that do that for you (besides Hunter S.)?

That’s right kids, free donuts and beer at Dynamo from 4-6pm, courtesy of Project Open Hand.  Not only will eating donuts and swilling beer benefit a good cause, you’ll also have the chance to name their newest donut creation (I’m going with Peanutty Honeybear FTW).  There is no downside here, except for a case of the sugar highs.

By the way, is there a correct way to spell donut?  I’ve also seen it spelled doughnut, and I’m not sure which is correct, because neither looks particularly right – someone want to help me out here?

[Thanks Brittany!]

It kind of draws attention to your subterfuge.

If you go to official showcases or corporate-sponsored shows of any kind, this pair will get in your way. They will block your view, and spend all night shouting back and forth at each other about “faggots” and “sluts” and “awesome nachos.”

It’s to be expected. But it gets tiresome quick. Tomorrow I’m only hanging out at Beerland, and maybe some house shows.

Phantogram were cool though.

Yeah, I’m definitely coming back to this place on Sunday after the hubbub’s died down. Get my game on. (Seriously, I brought my paddle, the one I won by trouncing that “World Champion” they brought in for the McSweeney’s ping pong book launch.)

Like, huh?

But I like it.

Yeah, the beer here is different.

I almost lost my mind. The Strokes, playing on basically the eve of their first album in five years or something dropping, playing to a beyond-capacity (thanks to hordes of fence-hoppers) crowd on the shore of Lake Austin, debuting new stuff, debuting reworked versions of old stuff — and then the fireworks.

Here’s some decent video:

[Photo by Steph Etkin]

Hot new look for spring?

I suppose, but I can’t imagine it’s very comfortable in this 85-degree heat. (Jealoussss??)

But seriously, he was serious about this hat. Wore it confidently for minutes upon minutes in this long line to get into the free Strokes show, which was awesome.