Of course, a humongous outdoor festival like ACL is as much about the parade of sweat-soaked, under-dressed humanity as it is about the bands. With that in mind, here's just a brief look around Austin's Zilker Park this afternoon.
This guy wanted me to chug my Lone Star tall boy so he could turn in a bag of cans for a shirt. And I obliged. What? I'm not made of stone. More after the jump...
Jesus Christ........(smashing head against table, spilling vodka on two thousand dollar Mac Pro.)
"Cheer up, Mr. Swamp-Ass. We got you covered. We won't make your ten dollar cheeseburger till you order it."
Dun-Dun-Dun, another Austin hipster bites the dust.
Somewhere in Denmark there is an entire fetish magazine solely dedicated to guys like this. Or maybe just this one guy by himself.
God, I hope this is a band.
You know, if chicks can get away with wearing a damn bikini to an outdoor show, why can't pale ginger kids? It's a hideously delicious double standard.
There's some GOOD orange acid going around. -- Craig Hlavaty