Austin City Limits Music Festival


Token ACL Picture Frame Shot

Ah, Austin City Limits: the only weekend where even the frattiest of frat boys and the preppiest of preps can dress like complete and utter hipsters and get away with it.

ACL Music Festival is comparable to other huge festivals such as Coachella, Lollapalooza, and Sasquatch—all larger than life, all hip as can be.

While most hipsters chose to spend around $300 give-or-take to enjoy a weekend of insane music and overpriced food, I chose the other route. You see, the people who scheduled TX/OU weekend, the biggest weekend in UT sports, and ACL clearly had some sort of spontaneous brain aneurism while choosing the dates because both major events were scheduled on the same weekend (This year, however, ACL is two weekends long, which avoids this problem. Snaps for you, ACL people. Snaps for you.)

Because the majority of UT students were in Dallas for the big game, I decided to see if I could weasel my way in to the festival for all three days come hell or high water. Luckily for me, one of the top tier sororities had a booth at ACL and due to the lack of students in Austin, the job was open to anyone in the Greek system, aka: me.

I signed up not knowing what I was getting myself in to and the next day I showed up bright and early to Zilker Park ready to complete any job that came my way.

Much to my surprise, the whole team kicked off each shift with an overflowing shot of whiskey—my kind of team.

They told me briefly over the phone that I would be working one of the food booths, but they neglected to tell me that I’d be selling exotic sausages. Exotic meaning Elk/ beehive and rattlesnake/ rabbit. And yes, I tried both.

I couldn’t tell you how many times people asked me what beehive was.

All I can say is it’s a good thing I’m not vegetarian.

After two days of work, I decided that I would actually bite the bullet and actually go to the festival.

BEST decision.

I saw the Civil Wars, Iggy Pop, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers front row. I’m just saying, watching Iggy frolic across the stage was a slight step above frightening. I took enough pictures to last me a life time and by the end of the day, was not only covered in mud, but had a Chaco tan that ended up lasting me through December.

All in all, successful weekend.


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