So, a taut little crew of Synthesis employees are lodging at the Four Seasons in Downtown Austin, Texas right now. The lobby is studded with Aztec-themed carpeting, plush couches, a view of some sort of snaking body of water (we still don’t knowthe name of it, and we’re all seemingly afraid to ask) and Billy Gibbons from ZZ Top is currently within my view, perched at the bar, trying desperately to save his beard from becoming drenched in whatever libation he’s imbibing.

Last night’s revelry resulted in a Gibbons surprise guest guitar solo with an impromptu jam with the house band from the hotel, mere moments before Billy Bob Thornton waltzed in and shook the hell out of everyone’s hand except mine. Earlier in the day, as we were posted up at a shiny table with monogrammed cloth glass coasters, we witnessed Lou Reed checking in to his room, all lithe and old-looking and wonderful. I instantly wanted to hear “Who Loves The Sun.”

So it is with only the tiniest inkling of humility that I hereby declare Austin, Texas, and more notably the Four Seasons, as the coolest place on Earth ever that’s not Chico, California. And although I feel like a fraud being here, counting out quarters for drinks and dining on bagels and wasabi peas (they’re complimentary), I now feel secure that I have one of the best jobs a manboy could ask for.

Later today, I will try my hand at attending the Austinist/Gothamist party to check out the Shout Out Louds and Shearwater before I sardine myself within La Zona Rosa to breathe in the legendary Van Morrison, which will let out just in time to try and catch R.E.M. at Stubb’s. You wish…

Seriously, what’s some schlub from Redding, California, doing here, hanging out within proximity of this guy…

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