The Boomtown Film and Music Festival went off without a hitch—at least in the view of the four Austinites there to watch David’s video.
One mini-hitch occurred at the party downtown Saturday night: the hotel shuttle stopped running at 11:00 p.m. but the party ended at 2:00 a.m. David called for a taxi at 1:00 a.m., which arrived about 2:30 a.m., and reached the hotel about 2:45 a.m. The driver said there was only one taxi available. The other one was busy elsewhere.
David also said the music was so loud that he and the two friends who were with him couldn’t hear each other speak.
I couldn’t hear them either because I didn’t attend. After insufficient sleep 
the night before, I didn’t feel like partying. Furthermore, my father returned from World War II profoundly deaf from bomb concussion, and I see no reason to play games with my possible genetic inheritance by allowing myself to be bombarded by zillions of decibels.
So I partied back at the hotel, lying on the bed, eating vanilla crème cookies from the vending machine across the hall, and reading Elizabeth George’s latest mystery. [Insert smiley face here.]
I’m sharing some pictures I snapped at the festival. Most were taken before and during the red-carpet ceremony on Friday afternoon. They demonstrate, among other things, that I was right to abstain from shopping for new clothes. Jeans and sweaters were just the ticket.
M. K. Waller 
Darn you, Kathy. Now I want some vanilla creme cookies. Love the pictures!
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It was a tiny package. I had a dollar in quarters and a dollar in assorted change. The machine ate the assorted change, so I had fewer cookies than I’d planned. I’d forgotten some machines object to nickels. I wish the pix could show what the young lady did, nonstop, with that hula hoop–from wrist to ankles and back again.
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A tiny package would be OK. I wonder if her tummy was sore that night. I recall that hula hooping used to make my tummy sore.
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I really really wanted a big package. And that’s why my hula hoop doesn’t work any more. The festival girl kept up the show for a good thirty minutes.
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Sounds like you had a perfect Friday afternoon after all .
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I did. A pleasant day with my husband, a gorilla, a hula-hooper, and a movie.
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I would have chosen the hotel and Elizabeth George too 🙂 What a writer!
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Like you and Kate I don’t do noise either – did the machine have something salty? I would have had that as opposed to sweet – double thumbs up on choice of reading material though 🙂
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trying to figure this out… boomtown or SXSW? Austin?
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