Mexican Summer, Brooklyn Winter.

Besides the lineup practically driving me to impulsively drain my savings account for a plane ticket to SXSW, the bands at Gorilla vs. Bear's Showcase are literally all terms I would use to describe the world's greatest vacation:

"Eternal summer on the best coast we can find. I grab a handful of sandwitches, some of my dum dum girls, my best friend JJ and we hang at our sick beachside real estate all day. At night, we get totally washed out - it gets like Pearl Harbor up in there - and on the way home delve into memory tapes to remember what we said to that hot mountain man and his woodsman friend when we went out at Tamaryn over the weekend. Ah, to be the young."

I think I have snow day cabin fever...