Man, is it really over? One of the greatest weeks of my adult life? Tomorrow morning I wake up at 7am, pack up the car, and hit the road. Oh, life, you beautiful, sad thing!
I blew today's farewell bbq. We got to Ringers Sports Lounge at noon and didn't leave until the final buzzer sounded at about 7:30pm. I couldn't help myself. I feel like I owed it to the world to devote the entire day to bball. We had a perfect spot in front of all four games, so I was in heaven. I somehow managed to only drink Diet Pepsi and water the whole time, which is quite an impressive feat. I guess I'm back on the wagon. Hooray for me. I can already feel myself regaining control over my mind, which is virtually impossible to do under the crushing influence of a hangover.
As depressing a thought as returning home is, it actually isn't. I can't wait to get back there so I can finish the next pass on DAYDREAM. The thought of making that film and showing it to future SXSW audiences makes me downright giddy. Those of you who read this site--and especially those who know me--know that I'm not the most self-assured dog in the pound. But when I think of DAYDREAM unfurling on the big screen, the film that I'm carrying inside me right now, I have no doubts that it will be something truly special.
I'm sure I'll be talking about this week for weeks to come, but for now, I just want to thank Austin, South by Southwest, and everyone I met, befriended, and spoke to during my glorious stay. I can't wait for the day when I return with my next film!
(Oh, also, I have to point out the hilarity of Brian Poyser's blog mentioning Paul's argument with those two dudes in Las Manitas last Monday. I was at Paul's table when it happened, and I have to say, I still have no idea what sparked such antagonism, but it definitely made for an interesting breakfast!)