|Photos by Craig Hlavaty|
|12:58 p.m.: "Yo Damn Right!"|
Rocks Off Sr. reached Hlavaty by phone, wondering why it had been more than 15 minutes since we'd heard anything from him. "I just met Sean Padilla from Cocker Spaniels
and bought some of his cookies," he reported. "Snickerdoodles, five for $5. I told him I would, so I had to. I just had one drink at the Paste party. I'm pacing myself. It's already in full swing down here."
After running into them on the street, he said he was heading out soon to see Houston's favorite thrash-metal minors Metavenge, who were playing somewhere up the street at 2 p.m. "They're just running around being all underage."
"Everyone be wearing green up in here. Is it some pseudo Irish drinking holiday? I'm curious."
1:31 p.m. (Responding to a message Rocks Off Sr. sent inquiring about the health of his cell-phone battery)
: "Not that bad. Brought a charger in my man purse."
1:43 p.m. Dan Oko chimes in on the way from Houston to Austin
|1:03 p.m.: "Metavenge is in Austin!"|
: "Bluebonnets blooming alongside 290. Brenham perfect piss/pitstop for Blue Bell Ice Cream. Watch for speed traps."
"It's not even two, and I have seen two girls crying drunk and a bum fight."
"Hanging with Pink Eyes from Fucked Up at Emo's. Stellar bro. A real man's bear."
"Free American Spirits. Thus sayeth the Lord. Or this one chick who had an extra pack."
So many mamas with sweet tattoo sleeves. So little time. And no courage."