Sitting at Opal Divines — where (need I point this out?) the wifi and beer are WAY better than the convention center — I keep hearing the story of a keg that somehow rolled down stairs and took out a table. In the words of one tavern worker: it was the event of my life, man.
You need more kegs rolling down stairs.
I don’t fear for my life at sxswi. I think that’s a problem.