Date: Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Time: 11:55 p.m. (I’m too tired to argue.)
Place: My unmade bed at the Super Eight (thanks, room service!).
Well, hello, I must be going. As my days dwindle to hours in Austin – and the First Lady readies her keynote speech tomorrow morning – I’m packing up and heading out. I came for Stitch Early. I saw Stitch Early. I love Stitch Early. What more could I ask?
He did well. The crowd was weird – typical SXSW showcase stuff – but I think they came around to him by the time it was all said and done. No real monitors. No real comfort. But he persevered. And he even got the people standing to the side of the stage to move to the front of the stage by set’s end. That’s talent, friends. That’s talent.
It’s hard to go to sleep after such a shot of adrenaline like that. Yet, here I sit. My tired eyes begging for relief. I have a flight to catch early tomorrow morning and, finally – mercifully – I have a bag of Whataburger for myself. The curiosity for such consumption has reached a level akin to an all-time high. I must eat before sleep, and I must sleep before flight. Back to Maryland in the a.m. Back to Sudoku frustrations.
Just go to bed tonight knowing that your boy did good. Stitch Early was given an opportunity and he made more than the most of it. Not bad for a few days in the middle of March, right? Right.