Rowing, Potty-Mouth Cee Lo, And Stevie Wonder
Trip Start Jan 30, 2011
262Trip End Nov 16, 2011
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After being excited about the first clouds in the Texan sky for months, Brenda and Carli weren’t too happy that the first rain since April was about to blight our second day at the Austin City Limits festival; apparently us Poms not only have a lot of wet weather, but we also take it everywhere we go. An umbrella and some raincoats kept us dry as we walked to Zilker Park for the afternoon shows, but the heat of the summer combined with the moisture in the air made for an extremely muggy atmosphere, made bearable by a cold beer and a Bratwurst from a stall called 'The Best Wurst.’
Fuelled and ready to go we made our way to the Bud Light Stage where Cee Lo and Stevie Wonder would be entertaining us for the evening. As we listened to Cee Lo’s potty mouth and his non-Glee version of ‘Forget You’ we tried to create a barrier around us so people wouldn’t walk over our belongings and pass just inches before our faces, had they never heard of invading personal space? Our efforts were doomed and so I consoled myself with some Imperial beer, which was surprisingly good, before another annoyance came in the form of frequent wafts of weed coming our way.
A hairy-pitted woman decided to stand directly in front of us and flick her cigarette ash perilously close to our things, whilst scrounging cigarettes from the people she’d latched onto; it was funny to see them try and ditch her by heading for different stages, but she didn’t seem to take the hint and was soon following
Once again we attempted to build a little fortress, but our efforts were literally quashed by the swarms of other fans who gathered near us, whilst Carli struggled to see over the many heads and even I strained to see the long-haired crooner, Brenda pointed out we could see a darn sight more than the man himself; point taken. The music was excellent, and even though I couldn’t see I found myself doing a version of dancing amidst the other minions. After a long set we joined the queue for the Portaloos, and fifteen minutes later made our way for more drinks, passing a glut of empty ones around the corner that would have saved endless waiting.
A long walk back to the car completed our second day at the festival before we watched the Welsh rugby team beat Samoa by the skin of their teeth in the world cup, unfortunately we didn’t feel the need to stay up into the wee hours to watch England’s match, and so headed off to snoozeville instead.