I REALIZE MOST OF YOU ARE MORE THAN HAPPY TO HAVE THE SXSW BEAST in your rearview mirror. But I had to record some of these mental snapshots while they’re still semi-clear in my mind – a mind that was made doubly fuzzy by the sore throat I got hit with the day before SX began, which turned into a nasty head and chest cold, complete with hacking cough, for much of the festivities.
One of my lingering memories of SXSW ’13 will be the small white mountain of snot rags growing near my feet at the end of more than one miserable night.
Despite feeling like shit for most of this year’s festival, I managed to power through the discomfort and drive my cab until at least 4 a.m. every single night. No wonder it’s taken me a couple weeks to recover and reflect.
Looking back, I’m just grateful I made a few bucks and didn’t run over one of the many fools wandering into traffic, nose buried in a smart phone while their stubby little thumbs pound out that absolutely crucial text or tweet that could’ve gotten them killed. Heads up, people!
The first few days of SX were the worst for me. As if feeling like shit wasn’t bad enough, most of the tech nerds in town for interactive who climbed into my cab were either: