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The Four Seasons Nevis offers sanctuary from the hustle and bustle of a brutal New York City winter.

Over Sunday morning coffee at the newly opened Scandic Grand Central in Stockholm, Kristian Matsson, aka The Tallest Man on Earth, and Amanda Bergman, aka Idiot Wind, explained to me how they first connected over MySpace. It was an unexpected romantic beginning for the two celebrated Swedish songwriters, who met in 2009 and have been performing together intermittently ever since, and who live a private, quiet life together in the countryside.

After three days of battling excruciating heat, rain storms, and the escalating crowd size at Austin’s Zilker Park, I was actually very sad to see Austin City Limits end. Similar to years past, I’ll leave the great state of Texas with a deepened appreciation for the “weirdness” of Austin, Tex Mex cuisine, and the wealth of opportunities for a good ol’ fashioned adventure this festival has to offer. For more ACL accounts and a gallery of the weekend's festivities, read on.

This is my fourth year at Austin City Limits. This year also marks the rock festival's ten-year anniversary (the first six obviously don’t count). These festivals are a lot like airports—they’re pop-up communities, mini social experiments, petri dishes for human social interaction. I keep coming back simply because of the people at ACL, us festival-goers in a contained environment with one another with no fire department-approved easy way out. This year, with my two counterparts, I decided to divert my attention from the media area and get crowd-focused. We made a pledge to interact with every interesting person we passed, using our press credentials as a launching pad.

Miami-based marketing pro Tara Solomon met her partner in business and life, Nick D'Annunzio, in South Beach in 1997. After testing the waters long distance, the two came together as co-principals in the public relations, marketing, and events firm Tara, Ink., whose clients include the Forge restaurant, the Delano South Beach hotel, and Hermès.

Ten years ago, against the humble backdrop of photographer Casey Kelbaugh’s backyard in Seattle, the non-profit phenom Slideluck Potshow was born with 50 witnesses' eyes trained on an old Kodak projector. The concept of strengthening communities through art and food caught on quickly and spread internationally. Last year, Slideluck Potshow broke the Guinness world record for the largest potluck dinner, held under the Brooklyn Bridge in the old tobacco warehouse in Dumbo. Tonight, founder Kelbaugh and the SP team are launching a new concept at New York’s Sandbox Studio, dubbed Slideluck. They’ll also be celebrating a magnificent ten years - hosting a fundraiser, coordinating an auction, and over-serving an art-centric crowd with libations from Brooklyn Brewery, Russian Standard Vodka, and wine club Noble Rot. Dinner will be served by Highlands Dinner Club. More from the founder on Slideluck after the jump.

Pavan Pardasani started his nightlife career young as the Director of Marketing for the hospitality and lifestyle management company EMM Group. “When I first got into promoting, every guy I worked with was a few years older than me,” he says. “They’d always say, ‘Pav, the girls you bring around are so young.’ I’d laugh because that was a different time in New York.” Since his first job as the director of the original Pink Elephant and working with Tenjune, the Chandelier Room at the W Hoboken, SL, and Abe & Arthur’s, Pardasani has taken notice of the evolution of the major players in nightlife.

SoulCycle co-founders Julie Rice (left) and Elizabeth Cutler describe their first meeting in 2006 much like the subsequent founding of their business: serendipitous. Julie had relocated to New York from Los Angeles, where she was first exposed to the indoor cycling trend, as well as the mind/body connection within cardio exercise. Elizabeth had taken up indoor cycling as a means to get back into shape after having her second child. “We met, we connected, and we totally saw eye to eye on what we thought was missing out there and what we could create,” says Cutler. “I started looking for real estate and found our first location on Craigslist.” Their progressive pay-per-class fitness model was, at first, a hard sell, but the SoulCycle community caught on quickly.

“One of the reasons we decided to sign on is because it’s the first building in New York that famed architect and interior designer Thierry Despont has done, not only the hotel rooms, but the hotel lobby bar, the restaurant dining room, special events room, and the lounge,” says nightclub owner and restaurateur Jeffrey Jah of his newest midtown New York eatery, The Lambs Club. With partners David Rabin and Will Regan, Jah brought on Chef Geoffrey Zakarian and his wife Margaret to concoct the traditional American menu, with a focus on seasonal items in the opulent, 1930s-inspired space. Sasha Petraske's cocktails rise to the level of the elegant decor as well, with such singular concoctions as the Gold Rush and Cherry Fix gracing the menu.

Morning Glory: As Becky Fuller, Rachel McAdams plays a bumbling, poorly dressed assistant television producer in New Jersey. But after losing her job, and then questioning her place in the world, she finds herself—surprise, surprise—in the Big Apple, tasked with breathing life back into a once-esteemed morning news show. Unfortunately, its hosts, AM diva Colleen Peck (Diane Keaton) and curmudgeonly legend Mike Pomeroy (Harrison Ford), don’t exactly mesh, and it’s their vicious rapport that provides Morning Glory with most of its laughs. As the broadcast begins to rediscover its spark, Becky evolves from a dowdy news desk employee into an enterprising, Patrick Wilson-dating hotshot. While not exactly revolutionary—Morning Glory is The Devil Wears Prada in a knockoff power-suit (incidentally, both films were penned by screenwriter Aline Brosh McKenna)—it’s frothy and fun, just like the morning news. —Eiseley Tauginas