OK, so now I see how this works - this might best be renamed the "morning after hangover blog."

So, I'm lying in bed in the beautiful La Quinta after opening night here at SxSW and my head is still somehow pounding to the beat of the band that played at last nights opening party. Apparently someone, or a few people, seemed to think that tequila was the best drink with which to welcome ourselves to Texas with and apparently I agreed, and, well, agreed, and then agreed some more. Let's just say this is a real welcoming place. At the party I danced for awhile with a local lass whose boob kept falling out of her dress so I guess I can go home now if I want to as I've already seen my share of the local sites. And hey, things are bigger here in Texas.

Had our first screening last night. Went great. Well attended, big laughs and some great questions in the Q&A. People seem to really enjoy our film and it's always great to have such a great audience. It was in the beautiful and huge Paramount Theater, such a thrill to be able to play a movie called "Fuck" in place that's been around since the turn of the century. My favorite memory will be hanging out in the lobby for awhile as the movie played and watching a few of the ushers and usherettes, all of whom seemed to be around since Sam Houston was running for Governor, as they sat in their golden gilded chairs with their hands folded in their laps, trying to somehow ignore the plentitude of "fucks" coming from within the theater. I think they couldn't wait for "A Prairie Home Companion" to start. Very funny.

We tried to sell Fuck shirts in the lobby and sold a grand total of eight. Though I did see a guy who came to the party later wearing one and for some reason it made me so happy I couldn't even begin to explain. Maybe I was just still in my after-boob haze. After the party I wandered Sixth Street for awhile, saw some great local music and hung out in a hip-hop bar where they had monitors that subtitled all the songs that played. It was kind funny to see "Mutha-fucka, mutha-fucka, shake that thing..." written out on the screen.

Today I plan to see a couple films, go down to the Convention Center and see what all the workshops are about and try to get my head ready for another long night. Film festivals are funny that way - even in college I didn't go to parties for seven nights in a row. Maybe they should have tests here every morning to keep everybody honest.

OK, so my head is a little better now. I heard that blogging, Advil and Gatorade have a good effect on this sort of morning malaise. Now I'm going to go down to the breakfast bar where they have make-your-own waffles and see if I can manage to construct some sort of meaningful breakfast...

More to come...I hope...