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I don’t know if you’ve ever been to SXSW, but the real parties go down on Sunday when the official fest is over. The pressure's off, and a good backyard BBQ with some scrappy rag-tag punk bands is the perfect way to end the weekend. I've been hearing for years that the one at "Sherry's House" (Sherry's Annual FUCK-keen BBQ!) was not-to-missed. And shit, when I got there, I thought I’d walked into MAGIC LAND. Nobunny was running around in his underwear and a bunny head, there were a ton of crazy bands playing short sets in the car port (Hex Dispensers, Ex-Humans, The Strange Boys, Personal and the Pizzas... a special Carbonas set by Gentleman Jesse), giant ribs and some guy from Chicago manning a hot grill in the back... AND in the side yard, a bunch of people were shooting each other with BB guns (I think, supplied by some guys from Christmas Island). Guns, even the BB variety, are pretty awesomely terrifying around a bunch of boozers. At first people were shooting empty beer cans, then some guy named Josh got all William Tell and was shooting the cans of another guy's head, and eventually everyone started shooting each other, mainly in the legs (see left leg in photo above, ten points to Sean Spits). Around 9:00 o'clock, it was "everybody out!" time, and small pods people went stumble-bumbling back across the freeway to Beerland... well, everybody but Ditte (from Germany), Rebecca (from London), and Jared (Atlanta, Black Lips). The three of them were rolling around in the middle of the street, where Jared was proposing that he could drink shots of whiskey out of either or both girl's belly button(s).
Before they got up and wobbled off, Jared said, "Fuck thaayt Willie Weed*, I need more Jamie-sson."
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*Read more about the Willie Weed HERE. ![]()
even apparently a page of pictures taken hundreds of miles from Capitol Hill
This pic is pure awesomeness. I love the drunk eyes. These my sorts of peeps.











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