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Saturday. After crashing on a narrow couch at our friend Birdsnest's place well after 5 in the morning, we slept hard. But only for about 3 hours. There is way too much going on at SXSW to sleep. That, and the fact that we were two of 8 people sleeping there that night, and only one clean shower to fight over, waking up early was the obvious choice. Man oh man did I need some coffee after that "nap". And after running a search on Daniel's droid for nearby coffee shops, we found the perfect place to give me exactly what I needed. Kick Butt Coffee.
A modern eatery with a cool vibe, Kick Butt Coffee has Chuck Norris quotes framed, samurai swords and nun-chucks displayed from the walls, and a menu that includes things such as The Fight Club Samich, The Knuckle Samich, and a drink called the Dead Japanese Aviator, I knew I was instantly in love.
With a bleary eyed glance at the menu, we decided on a delicious breakfast burrito, small but full of flavor, washed down with a "Kick Butt Espresso": a 24 oz cup of joe with 4 shots of espresso. It lived up to its name. I had my game face on in no time, and even amongst the frustration of wrong directions given by our GPS, with my Kick Butt Coffee in hand, I was ready to face the day.
Once we headed into town, we headed toward sixth street to try and find a Kinko's to print off tickets for the very exclusive Perez Hilton Party, which we had been randomly selected to receive VIP wristbands for. Once the tickets were in hand, we went on a very long and very exhausting search for the venue that was giving the wristbands in exchange for the tickets. This took about 2.5 hours. The address was all wrong, and by all logic, did not exist on any maps. But after a strenuous pattern of asking around and walking back and forth, we finally found our destination. The line moved fast, we had our hot pink bands in no time, and we were free to check out the Third Man Records van... part 2 coming soon!xx
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