I attended South By South West, an annual music conference in Texas. It's like a Mardi Gras/reunion for people who go on tour and/or work in music. After a few years of doing either, one has about a thousand so-called 'friends' whose names we hardly remember, but hug and kiss nonetheless. Then there are a couple hundred folks we actually refer to as
friends, simply because we remember their name and their band. SXSW is where I hug all these people and drink for free. It's totally shallow pretty fun.
I planned a rendezvous with FONTAINE [the soundguy i kissed good-night after a show we worked on last summer]. He was working the festival, but we decided to meet up at the club where he would be all day, just to say a quick hello. He looked good - shorter hair, no beard, texas tan. I sat in the sound booth as he lept around the stage like a gazelle, occasionally winking at me. He finally came over and kissed me on the cheek, whispering, "I've got 20 minutes," then leading me by my elbow to a microphone closet. We kissed and touched eachother outside of our clothes until his coworker walked in on us.
We hugged and I left to find my 'friends' at another party touting free margaritas.
