For those of you who weren’t at SXSW this past week, you may not be aware of the hottest trend to come out of this once-a-year drunkfest: SouthByScurvy. Yes, 5 (or 9, depending how rockstar you are) days of partying left
some most of us bringing home more than our schwag bags on the plane; we also came down with the most vile, most putrid, and apparently most contagious virus to hit the Geek world since MyDoom. Endless coughing (I pulled a muscle last night in my chest; thought I had first punctured a lung), sneezing, runny noses, fever, headaches, sore throats and more, you’d think we were all a walking Ny-Quil ad. In fact, we kind of are, except NOTHING seems to be curing this affliction, and some (read: me) are starting to (facetiously) wonder if this is the Beginning of the End. Like the alien species in an 80’s sci-fi flick, it’s gaining strength (and even has its own Twitter account!) and is now tackling poor, undeserving souls that didn’t spend the last week or so putting nothing but Mexican food and alcohol into their sleepless bodies…you’d think it’d spare the innocent. But NO. As for me, I consider myself lucky – I managed to (thus far) avoid the fever and body aches, though my doctor today said I could expect to harbor this pornstar voice and pesky cough for another TWO WEEKS. Oh, joy.
Will this keep me from SXSW ’09? You must be kidding? Who’d let a little thing like the plague keep me from having this much fun?