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It was starting to sprinkle again as we embarked on our final SXSW party circuit, stopping next at the Gawker/Lifehacker/Deadspin party (that combination sounds almost dangerous, doesn’t it?). The Side Bar was packed to discomfort, but we secured a spot outside where other people’s Budweiser wouldn’t be trickling down our arms.

Khoi Vinh and Michael Lopp checked in with rave reviews after their 20×2 performances where people like Amanda Congdon and Murderball’s Mark Zupan got 2 minutes to answer questions starting “What if…?” We finally, finally connected with Core77 founder Stuart Constantine and traded design conference war stories. We forgot to give a shout out to the folks from outside.in (UnBeige readers!). We feel like we’re almost part of the New York Times.com Design Boys Club even though we secretly hated them for getting a room at the tres posh San Jose.

After hearing of Good’s bad behavor, we opted for the SXNW party instead, where at about 2am we reached another milestone of our Austin eating experience. Magnolia Cafe, where the neon proclaims, high above Congress Street, “Sorry, we’re open.” We certainly weren’t.