You may have noticed a strange, new breed of people walking around downtown. Like some rare species of cicada, they show up only once a year, with pinpoint precision. They have badges. They have attitudes. It can mean only one thing: The Austin Chronicle, Incorporated Film and Music Conference Festival is upon us once again. (Hey, with UT students down in Mexico for the week, somebody’s gotta be here to get our teenagers pregnant, right? And you can’t count on the townies.)
You can’t always tell with these out-of-towners. First, some of them opt for wristbands instead of badges, making them harder to spot. Second, our statistics show that as many as one in two-hundred attendees are actually Austinites, so you wouldn’t want to get them confused with the New Yorkers and Los Angelitos or Angelenos or Angelistas or whatever it is they call themselves. So to help you out, I’ve put together a list of telltale signs that they ain’t from around here.
- They actually pay attention to the bats.
- They say: “Guadalup-ay,” “Man-chah-cah,” or “Burn-ette.”
- Their shoes are worth as much as Nicaragua’s GDP.
- They say, “Oh, I just ate at this fabulous, authentic Tex-Mex restaurant — Maudie’s.”
- They are Quentin Tarantino.
- They are actually able to get into one of the showcases.
In conclusion — is this week over yet?
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