by Elysandra Cruz
This would be the last year Fun Fun Fun Fest existed and the lineup was stacked. WuTang Clan, Lauryn Hill, Future Islands were headlining.
A few of the bands, like King Khan & The BBQ show ,were playing pre parties in downtown Austin the night before at Sidewinder.
I was feeling extra saucy today so I pulled up my cheetah print skirt, carefully applied 99 cent red lipstick, and pulled over my Landing Strip shirt which is a local strip club here.
I finished off my outfit by hot gluing my broke combat boots back together. I call this look dumspter chic' hehe
No good pre party is complete without a couple of predrinks and since I had gotten out of work late, I was pressed for time getting to the concert.
So I decided to make myself a generous cranberry and vodka in a big mcdonalds cup that way I could sip it on the bus without anyone giving me any shit.
In classic me fashion I drank way too much in a short amount of time.
I wasn't planning on it really but I was distracted people watching out of the window. I always drive myself everywhere so anytime I don't have to drive I'm in captivated bymy surroundings
even smog clouds and littered streets make me awe.
As soon as I get off the bus I felt a little swoosh inside my head while I tried pulling my skirt down as I crossed the street, the buzz came on quick
I made it to Sidewinder just as King Khan started to play. I drunkingly jumped around and sang along as my sobriety detrioted more and more.
The amount of 'Wooooo!!" and "YEAHHH!!"that came out of my mouth was an embarrassing amount but oh well. I don't hide my excitement
My outlandish behavior even got me a song dedicated from King Khan
who had been staring me at me like this girl is drunk as hell .He grabs the mic and says " This one is to the aztec princess in the front, keep going honey" and boy did I,
at some point during the show if my hazy memory serves me correctly my top came off during the show.
After their set I was determind on meeting King Khan which I did for the briefest moment and got a picture with him.
After I stumbled away from him I started talking to the person who was directly next to me, a concert photographer.
I still remember his name Micheal Passman, he looked like he was in his 40's all dressed in black with a camera bag.
A few minutes into chatting I told him I was leaving to go drink somewhere else and he instead invited me back to his apartment for drinks . Since my judgement is fucked at this point I agree.
The Uber ride was so damn hot that my top came off again, really I'm just an exhibitionist when I'm drunk I guess.
We stopped at a 711 to get some cigarettes. Micheal told me to stay in the car but of course I didn't.
So I stroll into the 711 topless and go heat myself up a burrito,everyone was staring but I didn't care, I was hungry.... sue me.
I guess it's also worth mentioning that in Austin it's legal for women to be topless anywhere at anytime.
We get to Micheal's apartment, His record collection was insane and the interior was a red light tikki house with lots of trinkets and books.
We go to the back where he had his blue hot tub and splashed around a bit while listening to Steely Dan.
Partying with strangers is not new to me but I quickly noticed that he had another agenda. From experience I know I only have an hour tops before the lights go off and I black out
So I picked up my phone and Facetimed my guy friend Shelby who sends an uber for me to his place. I left while micheal was inside the house.
I was too trashed to figure how to put my clothes on so I hopped into the Uber in my underwear and soaked.
I start apologizing to the driver for getting his car wet and he said"honey, it's ok let's just get you where you need to be "
how sweet and unjudgemental I thought.... that or he doesn't mind a 20 min drive with a topless girl in his back seat.
I woke up the next morning on my friend Shelby's couch, I lived to see another day. I see Micheal here and there and there's always this awkwardness of never discussing that night.