His band is playing in the Spicy Evolution Music Festival. It's not as big as South By Southwest, but it's an up and coming music festival I'm sure.
I'm nervous about his trip, but happy for him too. We took him to Target to buy some road trip supplies. I suggested that he bring along some "wet ones," and he said he knew he wouldn't use them. "What do you mean? You'll be eating snacks in the car and you'll probably want to wipe off your hands every once in awhile."
"No, I won't."
I bought them anyway, because he could change his mind before tomorrow. And I can always use an extra pack of wet ones. To my way of thinking, everyone could. We also bought him some cheezits, fruit gushers, and some ho hos. He's going to share with his friends. He's going to drive carefully, and he's going to have the time of his life.