It felt like literally everything was falling apart in sequence; like it was either a hilarious scene of physical comedy or a tragic dance of destruction. I was riding on the J train in New York, hopping on the A train and leaving Amelia to jump on the AirTrain to JFK. This alone was heavy enough and in addition to the emotionally overcharged moments prior it all just became too rough to handle.
So I pay the $5 for the AirTrain, say the most gut-wrenching goodbye I've had to say in a LOOOONG time, if not EVER, and I try to make my flight. Turns out the trains ended up taking longer than we had anticipated and I was pretty late. I didn't make the flight. I ran to the counter only to find out I was without options and I'd just have to wait to take the same 8PM flight tomorrow. At this point I'm feeling utterly exhausted; emotionally, physically and spiritually. I try to pull my Mom's borrowed suitcase and the telescoping-handle fell off and that made me just about lose it. I was supposed to play at Lewis & Clark College's Sunburn festival tomorrow. Shim-sham.
I pulled it all together and put D'Angelo's Voodoo on to try and save it. It worked. I called Amelia and took almost two hours of trains to meet back up with her. We drove to meet Rob and Marissa.
Speaking of Marisa Meltzer, big, HUGE "propers" to you. Thank you so much for hosting us at your apartment. I don't even mind your gay dog so much. Chauncy. He tried to hump me sort of a lot.
So much more has happened than this overwhelmed feeling. Rob came out and we played a couple shows together. We saw Maggie Murphy and Max Steel and Chris and Maddie and Vassar and Sarah Lawrence. So much.. I hope I can find the energy to write it later... I just feel burnt out.
So it keeps getting better and better. I couldn't find my passport on my way to the airport yesterday, so I hoped that my expired license would suffice. Today I made sure I got to the airport extra early, just to be safe. I took a train from Park Slope to a bus to the AirTrain to terminal 6. As I started my check-in/security process I was instantly red-flagged for having an expired ID and I was directed to the extended security-check area where a nice man proceeded to go through all of my items and bags. After the check I started to repack my laptop bag and found my passport wedged deep inside my notebook. BOOM!
I wheeled my bag to the gate and sat down for a minute. I decided to try and eat something from the Asian bistro and while doing so my fork snapped in half. The following eavesdropped phrase made this entire crummy traveling experience worth while. "Excuse me, don't you have any Coke products? Where can I get some Coke products?" This was spoken by a middle-aged woman to the incredibly lame fake Italian kitchen restaurant. Lady, I feel you. Pepsi totally sucks.
Truly,
Jona
Some might say Chauncy wants to hump you a lot, others might say that my dog just has excellent taste in men.
Li'l Bobo, you are a drop of pure sunlight in a gloomy, gray world. I am sending all my positive love vibrationals out into the universe for you. Ol' floppy dark dolphin face.
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jona,
good vibes from the left to the right coast. really!