Another SXSW has come and gone. I survived. My cats survived. I hear Prince and Justin Timberlake also survived. I can return to eating vegetables, my day job, and obsessively checking my faucets to make sure they aren't leaking (as a teenager, not once did I picture adult life focusing so much on plumbing). The pompadoured musicians have left Austin, and we can all continue to discover and listen to them on Spotify. I spent most of my time at the Interactive and Film portion of the festival this year. So instead of skinny jeans, I met a lot of people named Ted and Breanna that seem like people named Ted and Breanna from my office, except more attractive. They've all left too, but I'll remember them when I use any and all apps. SXSW is spring break for the world and usually the perfect excuse for everyone to behave like a toddler for a week. I kept my inner toddler at bay, and this is may be the first year I haven't done anything I regret, besides eating 3 billion bags of Doritos and not walking out on the film Hours (note to self: never see any movie with the word "hours" in the title unless you want to see something tediously slow). Here was my week, including celeb pics!