It's 5pm. The rain still hasn't subsided, but things are looking up. My adventure to the Austin Convention Centre was fruitful, yielding me a badge (think Willy Wonka's Golden Ticket, minus Gene Wilder then exchange chocolate for music and good times), a big ass - we'll call it a "Texas-size" - showbag with magazines, earplugs, condoms, and various other paraphenalia. Could use the earplugs.
With beer and back jams in progress, it's about time to hit the town. My accomplice Bunny Brown has arrived after a 40 hour bus ride from Vegas (more on that later) and there is need for a serious steak injection before Motorhead. Random Spaniards from the Greyhound station have recommended their compatriots Telephunken as a late-nite party fix, so it could prove a little wild.
Next report - post Gene Wild-ness.
