After touching down in Austin and unloading the copious amount of equipment into the cheap motel room on Monday, I set my sights on tacos. Ok, I lied. A LOT of tacos. While getting familiar with 6th street and the surrounding areas, venues that would host the artists I had diligently filed into a Google Doc. I patted myself on the back for being “proactive” and went on exploring.
At one point “The Mariachi” I had caught up with me, and I walked into the nearest bar to take care of business. I know now that I should not have been surprised: I had walked into a Coyote Ugly themed bar. After several refusals to join the bartenders on the bar, I accepted a beverage from an old man for watching his drink, and snapped a few photos.