I had received an email giving me instructions to download my South by South West guest pass, and another email inviting me to the annual 'networking' lunch, which was t a different venue to that of past years.
Feeling as if I had 'arrived', as I did not have to hunt for the guest pass, I filled in the 'RSVP' for Samantha and Edward to join me at Fogo De Chao., the Brazilian Steakhouse, downtown. The response was immediate, and we were all on 'tbe list'.

Not sure as to whether the bar code, that had been 'transported' to my phone, was actually my SXSW guest pass, and being unable to receive confirmation from my daughter, (who insisted that she was not part of the promotion team,) I emailed the promoters. "I cannot link my pass to anything", I wrote. I received a response, which said I was in a queue for responses. I then received another email to say that unless I purchased a ticket, I could not 'link' anything. My guest pass did not have a 'link' option. Still unsure, I emailed again. "But is the bar code my guest pass?" I pleaded. Although I could almost hear a sigh and a few choice words, a polite "Yes. It is!" was received instead! When I told Samantha that I had the confirmation I needed, she asked, "Did you drive them mad, again!"
Friday night finally arrived, and we left the office to go home, at a reasonable hour. Apparently, 'downtown' was preparing for the annual music festival and roads had been closed prior to the impending crowds.
Saturday morning started early, and I was ready to leave the house by ten, with all chores having been completed. Dana had been to the office, and arrived home shortly after Samantha and Edward drove up. Umbrella in hand, I got into the car, and we battled the increasing traffic. I was not sure whether I would need the umbrella, and started to regret carrying the larger of my choices as we jumped out of the car and made our way to the Convention Center.
We signed up at the 'instant win' stand, and wondered whether we should join the queue to see if we were going to get one of the fabulous prizes that were being given away at random times. As I finished putting in my details, which was rather unintrusive, the sirens sounded and the shutters started to rise. The recipient of the prize was delighted, and everyone else in the queue decided to leave. Obviously, there was not going to be another 'instant' winner, instantly! I took my necklace for a future draw. "Love those nails", said the lady at the stand. "Thank you. I shall tell my husband", I replied.
Choosing not to be the only three people in a queue that would yield no benefit, we walked around the corner and found the Job Fair. This was our ultimate target. Each year we find new companies vying for future employees, and this year there seemed a complete overhaul. Most of the companies that have been a 'constant' in previous years, were no where to be seen. However, we walked up and down the various aisles to see what was on offer. Personally, I was not looking for a job, although if something spectacular is offered to me, where I can manage to keep myself in the manner to which I am accustomed, and it does not mean relocating to Nebraska, or Georgia (although the latter, if in the far north, or far south part of the state would be a little bit appealing) then I might consider the opportunity. My son-in-law, however, despite being quite content with his current employment circumstances, is always open to suggestion. "I am with him", I said when I was looked upon with eyes of uncertainty, and the question, "What are you looking for?" The young males nodded, and moved on. The younger females nodded, and then gasped, "Love the nails". I thanked them and said I would tell my husband!



Many bags later, and following several compliments on my nails, we left again. We crossed the road to what looked like an 'event'. "Do you have a badge?", we were asked. "Only a guest pass", we replied. "No matter. Do you have a business card?", we were asked. Samantha and Edward replied in the negative. "No matter!" She looked at me. "Do you?" I did have a business card, which I gave to her in exchange for a ticket for a drink. "Nice nails!" I smiled! We walked into the building and were ushered around by the crowd to the back, where there was a smorgasbord of sandwiches, pizza, tacos, salad and fruit. Edward was quite happy to munch on a plateful, and Samantha and I gave our shoulders a rest from the heavy bags that had been carried from the Convention Center.
An older couple were sitting eating lunch at a table, and talking to a young lady who was explaining what it was that she did. I sat down, as it was the only seat available, and was introduced to the marketing aspects of the young ladies business. "Where are you from?" she asked me, noticing an accent. "I live in Austin", I replied. It appears that the older couple were also from Austin, and like us, chose to partake of the 'guest' part of the festival. "But you are not originally from here, are you?" came the almost unsure question. I told her that I was from England. "Love the nails", she responded!
Once Edward had finished his second lunch, we ventured out into the rain. It was pouring! We had been given some umbrellas, but I was rather glad that I had brought my own, the larger version of my collection, as it covered me, and my nails, completely.
We made our way back to the Convention Center, for a third time, and to see if we could win a prize from the 'insurance' stand. The queue was fairly long, and when we got to the front, we were quite confident. "Bummer" came up on the screen. I 'whooped' with delight, which made the young man who was manning the stand laugh. Samantha did the same, and he giggled. By the time Edward came on the scene, we were in full swing. "Edward, Edward, Edward", we chanted, but to no avail. We did not win, this time!

I called Dana shortly before two, and asked him to come and collect us.
After waiting under the cover of an office building, we saw his car pull around the corner. After jumping into the car, and being greeted by the dog, in the only way the dog knows how, I relaxed into the seat and realised quite how wet my clothes really were. "Did you have fun?" asked my husband, who really wanted to know if Fogo De Chao had provided a traditional Brazilian lunch, or something less grand. "Oh yes", I replied, "And everyone loved my nails!" I then told him about lunch, and the subsequent food hall that we had found. "Really!" he said, somewhat disappointed that we were not treated to a fine repast at the Brazilian restaurant, but more disappointed at the response of his fellow man (or woman) at their lack of conformity, regarding the nails!
Following a cup of tea, and changing out of my rain drenched clothes, I sat and feasted on all my 'swag'. I did good! I had teddies for the boys (yes, I now have two grandsons!), multi-cords for Richard, popcorn for Dana, and various other items for those in need, when they are in need. We had jumped in the air for pictures, and had fun with a virtual reality headset, which took us to San Francisco!
The festival will continue during the week, and I hope to attend some downtown events. My guest pass is safely in my phone. I know it is my guest pass, because I had confirmation from the man, whom I 'drove mad'! Together with my nails, my guest pass and I will find out in what we can participate, and perhaps next weekend manage to get the 'left overs' that vendors do not want to take home. Wednesday, my nails will undergo an overhaul, and whether they are loved as much as those that are my husband's 'least' favourite, will be ............. another story!
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