i need your love

i need you to press me down before my body flies away from me

satan said dance

i want to see the look on your face when you find out that love is a lie

...i laugh more often now, i cry more often now, i am more me

atx pachanga fest 2011

In midst and depths of utter exhaustion, there are only a few things that can revive my soul: sleep, music, beautiful clothes, Ryan Gosling, and music. Now, when time is working against me and Gosling is out of the question, the only thing I can count on is music. 

This past saturday my body hit rock bottom around noon - an accumulation of long nights and long drives left me feeling much like a zombie. Still, I was determined to make it out to Pachanga Fest. And so I did. There I was dragging around limb by limb - soul unconscious but body still in motion. 

Then, suddenly, it was as if my guardian angel came down from her jukebox shaped cloud and stabbed my arm with a heavy dose of some illegal drug - I was alive! Guardian angel no where in sight, I realized it was the music playing that had revived my soul. It was the cumbias. It was that spanish flare in the rhythm and beat of the music that had my shoulders shrugging and my feet prancing. It was enough to keep me going the entire evening - 5 blissful hours of one hell of a time.

dress: zara

belt: american apparel

shades: urban

shoes: target

hold me now

words: the crowd was big and vibrant, the men were attractive and smelly, and the music kept my foot tappin' and my head boppin'.

top: gap

shorts: bdg

belt: aldo

shoes: forever 21

only love can break your heart

Friday night was one of those nights I wish I had more of. One of the members from Hacienda along with some of his buddies put on a very intimate show in a small building in downtown Laredo. It was the perfect amount of people in the perfect space. It was a good night. 

dress and belt: american apparel

vest: forever 21

shoes: target

ain't the only one havin' fun

Every now and then, you come across performances so good and so alive that they explain the evolutionary purpose of music, shows, and beer of course (apparently, more than just a beverage - a good way to pump up the crowd and subsequently get that 'just out of the shower' look. See photos above). Two nights ago was one of those nights. 

Turbo Fruits and Pujol both from Nashville came down to good ol' Laredo with good set-lists and evidently the determination to rock our pants off. In fact, I'm almost certain that had I inappropriately searched their pockets, I would have found a similar "to do" list in every single one with the same number one priority: "Show Laredo a Fucking Amazing Time." 

I'm pretty sure they've all scratched it off the list now. The night was perfection. Nope, wouldn't change a thing. It was the sort of night that assures you the cosmos had something to do with it. The cosmos were somehow responsible for making sure all the ingredients were in order for an awesome time. The music was good, the people had soul, and the dance moves were impeccable. What more could you ask for? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. If you missed it, here's what you should be asking for - a recollection of the night: