So not only do I have to recover from the 65 1/2 hours of partying that comprised SXSW, but I also have to take a breather and recover from the end of my 8-month relationship. Yes, in some crazy way, the week before SXSW became the best time to decide to end things.
I also feel like SXSW was a sort of bandage for the wound, like it’s healing but it’s not quite clean yet. There are still a few pieces of dirt in there. Dirt like the stuff exchange happening last night, already, and there really not being that much stuff to exchange. Little pieces of dirt that wouldn’t really hurt if they stayed, but would be better out.
Though there’s not a lot I can do about any of those situations. So about SXSW … there’s video of me riding on David Banner’s shoulders. Yes, that’s right, after licking his nipple and giving me the black XXL shirt off his back, David Banner pulled me up on stage (screw you, blogger who called me a stage-hopping chick!) and put me on his shoulders, where I kept trying to act cool and natural and dance. I saw a video … I don’t look quite like I had hoped I would. I also hope no more copies of that video get out!