A shirtless man with short black swim trunks standing in the middle of the street, screaming at people who walked past and tugging wildly at his crotch.
The inside of a Marriott Hotel bar called Champions. NCAA tourney, baby!
One of those stick-faces with Simon Cowell's face on it — an advertisement for The X Factor.
A billion people (10,000? 30,000? I have no idea, but a lot) watching the Shins on some land south of Lady Bird Lake, which really seems to be more of a river than a lake. It was a free show, partially offset by the fact that 32-oz. cans of Foster's cost $9. The Shins looked great on the JumboTron from 150 yards away. James Mercer is really holding steady with that hairline. Respect is due.
The full, flowing ponytail of the rickshaw/pedicab driver who transported us from the Shins to Stubb's to see Girls. The cost was $10 per person. No complaints.
The inside of some Irish bar across the street from Red Eyed Fly, where we were unwilling to wait in the one-in, one-out line for Nada Surf.
A bunch of Kansas City people at some kind of empty storefront space east of the highway. The ACBs and the Beautiful Bodies were playing a launch party for an app called SiXSaW. There was free booze from a vodka company called Most Wanted. The only mixer was fruit punch. No complaints. Fun party.
