And now for a quick Public Service Announcement:

Hello Austin City Limits attendees. Wanted to share some friendly reminders with you all as day two gets underway: it’s a music festival. It's crowded. Everyone is hot (and drunk) and in dire need of a second application of anti-perspirant. There is no need for pushing, shoving, dirty looks or muffled derogatory slams as people accidentally hit you mid-fist pump. Cutting in lines for food, booze and bathrooms makes you a royal bunghole. We’re all in this together, right? We all came here with the same goal to enjoy this amazing production within the confines of a wonderful home so many of us call Austin. Can’t we all just get along?

And we now return to your regularly scheduled program.

Airports, coffee shops, public transportation and Sixth Street on Halloween comprise my list of contenders for top people-watching spots. As of yesterday, however, ACL has now taken over with a strong lead. I certainly realize this is not the appropriate venue to debut the latest Paris runway collection, but, in the spirit of Stacy London and Clinton Kelly, I must share some of the major “what not to wear" highlights from yesterday.

Swimsuits: C’mon everyone. Did I miss the memo about a secret pool party in Zilker Park? Are people doing cannonballs behind the Google+ stage? I realize Barton Springs is a hop, skip, and drunken jump away from the shows, but let’s keep the suits reserved for aquatics-related activities only, please. This goes for both guys and girls: neither bikini tops nor board shorts make the cut.

Fishing hats: I wish there was an island where we could exile people who voluntarily select this accessory as their go-to shield from the sun. Please see above request for keeping apparel and accessories within the confines of a specific activity. Last I checked, no one was reeling in any largemouth bass while listening to Pretty Lights.

Running shoes: I get it. It’s stressful to sprint from Big Boi to Foster the People in a matter of minutes in hopes of landing some prime real estate for the show. But breaking Carl Lewis’ PR for the 100 yard dash should not be part of the agenda for the weekend. I just pray those of you choosing to sport this footwear do so safely and wear socks for the sake of preventing an unwanted odor sure to linger in your residence until next year’s ACL comes around.

Camelbaks: No one is bringing sexy back with a Camelbak. Hydration should be a priority for everyone given the temps, but the water doesn’t need to be strapped to your back like a bomb. And for those single peeps hoping to meet a fine fellow or lady friend out there, I definitely don’t think this device will help your game. ("Hey baby, what to suck some water out of a straw connected to my reverse kangaroo-like pouch on my back?" isn't the most enticing pick-up line.) Make like the rest of us civilized human beings and either bring in a permissible unsealed bottle of H20 or fork over a few bones to invest in some water at the concession stands.

Maybe I'm being harsh. But this is all in hopes of removing Austin from next year's list of worst dressed cities.

Did you see anything yesterday that irked you from a style perspective? Let’s hear it!