Rowing, Potty-Mouth Cee Lo, And Stevie Wonder

Trip Start Jan 30, 2011
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Trip End Nov 16, 2011


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Saturday, September 17, 2011

An earlier morning than usual started the day, as I had to get up for rowing, my first outing in nine months; Brenda rows with Austin Rowing Club and was able to get me on a list of subs for a squad, meaning I was able to spend two hours out on the water trying to remember how to row on the (name of river). Luckily the sun wasn't too hot, and I was constantly told I told I was lucky to have such cool weather – just twenty-nine-degrees today.  The wind was a blessing, as was the splashing caused by an uneven boat as it all served to cool me down.  I left the water with a new assortment of blisters on both hands, sore legs, and the new muscle memory of how much rowing hurts if you don’t do it for months on end. Unfortunately I was put at the back of an eight-person boat and paired with a woman nearly a foot shorter than me, so it was never going to be an amazing outing, but the chance to get out on the water and hear the rehearsals at Zilker Park as we passed the festival’s venue made for a very good Saturday morning.   

After being excited about the first clouds in the Texan sky for months, Brenda and Carli weren’t too happy that the first rain since April was about to blight our second day at the Austin City Limits festival; apparently us Poms not only have a lot of wet weather, but we also take it everywhere we go.  An umbrella and some raincoats kept us dry as we walked to Zilker Park for the afternoon shows, but the heat of the summer combined with the moisture in the air made for an extremely muggy atmosphere, made bearable by a cold beer and a Bratwurst from a stall called 'The Best Wurst.’

Fuelled and ready to go we made our way to the Bud Light Stage where Cee Lo and Stevie Wonder would be entertaining us for the evening.  As we listened to Cee Lo’s potty mouth and his non-Glee version of ‘Forget You’ we tried to create a barrier around us so people wouldn’t walk over our belongings and pass just inches before our faces, had they never heard of invading personal space?  Our efforts were doomed and so I consoled myself with some Imperial beer, which was surprisingly good, before another annoyance came in the form of frequent wafts of weed coming our way. 

A hairy-pitted woman decided to stand directly in front of us and flick her cigarette ash perilously close to our things, whilst scrounging cigarettes from the people she’d latched onto; it was funny to see them try and ditch her by heading for different stages, but she didn’t seem to take the hint and was soon following.  We were just glad she wasn’t near us anymore.  To avenge the smoker’s cough I’d been introduced to by way of the hippie I bought a ‘Tiffwich,’ a cookie sandwich with ice-cream as the filling, then settled back down to watch old Stevie. 

Once again we attempted to build a little fortress, but our efforts were literally quashed by the swarms of other fans who gathered near us, whilst Carli struggled to see over the many heads and even I strained to see the long-haired crooner, Brenda pointed out we could see a darn sight more than the man himself; point taken.  The music was excellent, and even though I couldn’t see I found myself doing a version of dancing amidst the other minions.  After a long set we joined the queue for the Portaloos, and fifteen minutes later made our way for more drinks, passing a glut of empty ones around the corner that would have saved endless waiting. 

A long walk back to the car completed our second day at the festival before we watched the Welsh rugby team beat Samoa by the skin of their teeth in the world cup, unfortunately we didn’t feel the need to stay up into the wee hours to watch England’s match, and so headed off to snoozeville instead. 
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