BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS

BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS
BRITISH AIRWAYS SUCKS

I make do

After a days wait I received 1 of my 2 bags. The smaller of the 2 which contains 4 days worth of clothes. Better than nothing. The big bag is now gone. Lost in the baggage abyss. I have sat here thinking about it, trying to put myself in the bags position. Sitting in a corner of some hot, dimly lit baggage processing facility all by itself. Anxiously waiting to be picked up and placed on a plane or truck. Just wanting to be back in motion. It is a suitcase after all, it wants to be in motion. It is not doing any good by sitting in one place. Hoping that someone will simply read one of the tags on it, there are a few. One with my home address, the other with an "if lost please return to" with the band's management address. But apparently no one is reading them. For if they were surely bag would be in motion and not "lost" as British Airways claims. The bag isn't lost. British Airways has lost it. There is a huge difference. So I will make do with 4 days worth of clothes. Washing things here and there when I can. Scavenging the free t shirt or baseball hat. Making do. That's what I seem to do. It is not my goal or ambition but it's the reality of the situation. I make do. Almost a hard thing to admit. I keep thinking of an old advertisement from a bicycle company, GT. They were taking a stab at a competitor and it read something like "GT makes bikes, Haro makes do". It stuck with me all these years.
I am now off to a dirty field in Hamburg. I hope you are all well wherever you are.

Wishfull thinking

After spending 3 hours on the runway at JFK we finally got off the ground. We were on the runway for so long that the pilot had to refuel the aircraft before we left for LHR. The typical nightmare. Only worse. After navigating the mess that calls itself Heathrow airport we miss our connection but luckily are quickly re booked on a flight to DUS from LHR. We eventually find ourselves in Germany. If only our luggage was so lucky. Nothing like getting off a plane and checking into your hotel with no change of clothes. I took the hotel up on its offer of a complimentary toothbrush and toothpaste. A shame they don't have complimentary Dickies t-shirts. In a few hours we will leave the hotel for a show. Opening for Pearl Jam at a local arena. I would be more excited if I wasn't wearing the same clothes I was wearing when I left NY. Washing underwear in the sink is not my idea of fun. And if someone has a cure for the feeling of a hatchet splitting my skull into 3 then please let me know. It would be most appreciated.

Relative position

24 hours from now I will be the green line.
JFK- LHR -DUS.

Nothing on hdtv

I have been doing the slow pack.
Actually I completely messed up my pack.
I like it better when I am leaving in the morning. That way I have to get it all done the night before. When I am flying in the evening, today, I tend to take more and more time to do the same crap. Packing. Paying some bills. Reading, writing, 'rithmetic. Etc. and so on.
I guess I am packed. Everything but the distraction bag. That is always the last thing.
See ya.

Status

I am tired.
Really tired.
Exhausted.