So I get why most Europeans are so thin. They eat smaller portions and things like elevators and escalators are rare finds. We really are fat and lazy…speaking of the majority of Americans.
We’re in London with a day off, leaving for Glasgow tomorrow. Bob booked us at a hostel for last night and tonight. Our room is 4 flights up a spiral staircase. I want to die when the heavy breathing starts about halfway up.
Tour is still fucking awesome, it’s been a little over a week now, and I feel like I’ve been here forever, while not very long. I’ve lost track of my days, lost track of time, and I love it. Most of the time, I don’t feel like I’m in a foreign country until something you don’t see everyday back home happens…like last night. Lucy and I were talking and smoking on the stoop outside the hostel until 5 or 6am, and she thought she saw a cat walking down the street. It wasn’t a cat, it was a fox. We both laughed, and I remembered…oh yeah, I’m in England, this probably happens all the time here.
Everyone is super appreciative of my help and glad I’m here, which makes me feel good. Bob has told me a few times now that he really, really appreciates me and what I bring to the table, “I should’ve hired someone like you a long time ago.” It’s nice to be working for an established band that pays me and treats me with respect. I don’t feel like I have to jump through any hoops, I’m not worried about my behavior potentially causing problems for the band, and I don’t have to have my guard up all the time. It feels like a family. Even in the difficult times, there’s a lot of laughter, which makes it good.
A couple nights ago, we left the club they played at around midnight, with our hotel only 16 miles away. Bob took some Tylenol PM’s and washed it down with a couple chugs of NyQuil, ready to sleep off the soreness of his throat and the tiredness of the day. All was well until we hit the roadblock to the A1, with no clear detour. Long story short, we hit the same detour spot 4 times, saw the same dead roadkill fox 3 times, almost ran out of gas, and spent the next 3 hours trying to find a way to get back to our hotel. We could see our hotel many times, but no clear route to get there. All the phones died, and the gps was of no use. Finally, we were able to talk to a construction worker. I gave him my key with the hotel address on it, and he laughed a bit…”yeah, it’s all blocked off, and you’re only two miles out…the only way is through the A1 north, you could’ve rung someone to have them escort you through.” We just looked at him and chuckled. Once he removed the road cones to let us pass, we discovered they literally had 3 miles of highway blocked off for Landscaping.
I smiled, because this is tour…sometimes you get lost, sometimes you don’t. Sometimes you drive around for 3 hours with the gas line on E, crossing your fingers you’ll see a gas station before things get even more complicated. Regardless, we’re all in this together, and if everyone can keep a cool head, we’ll make it through. Whatever it takes to get there. Whatever it takes to make the goal. It feels good riding with folks who all feel the same, or who don’t say much if they don’t.
Last night, I got to see my friends, Laura and Ryan, which was awesome. Hoping I can see Kate when we get to Brighton next week. The fans here are pretty awesome too. It’s cool to be surrounded by a bunch of folks who are all such big Bob Wayne fans as well. Some of them grill me with all these questions like they’re testing me to see if I really deserve or appreciate the role I’ve taken on. It’s so funny to me.
I also found out I apparently have SMASHING TITS! This guy shouted it to me on his way out the door after buying a bunch of merch last night. lol
Overall, life is amazing. I don’t really miss anyone or anything other than Sam. The moment is pretty good to me, and I’m lovin’ it. 🙂