Right now i don't know what's real.
I'm not sure if conversations in this bedroom took place early this morning, or maybe i just imagined it. I've been doing that alot lately, i think sleep deprivation is working it's way through me.
Although, this morning, after even less sleep. I feel better than i normally do.
I heard that a bunch of kids went down to the airport and met the guys at 3am. I'm not sure what there outlook on it was, if they were talkative to you, but next time you spend 8 hours on a plane, and get stuck in singapore with layovers, as soon as you land, i'm going to be all in your face and let's see how you like it?
subject change.
There is no sunday trading in Perth. I don't know what i'm supposed to do today? and there's no starbucks here too so I guess i'll be having a sugar od vanilla burnt soy latte this morning? with the condition that i'm in i want coffee so bad i'd take it anyway.
but, it's 8:30am, and if they don't even do sunday trading here in Perth, i can't see them opening coffee or food places until later. If they even open!
The first show is tonight, and i feel like a school kid. it's just been ridiculously too long, and i want to sing and dance like nobody's listening.
-a
Saturday, February 14, 2009
my home tonight.
arrived in Perth this afternoon at 5pm, flight on scheduled time - what? i know, i had the same reaction.
Luckily no checked baggaged which meant no waiting around, so we headed outside, and Tams Uncle picked us up from the airport.
Great guy, great sense of humor.
Mark & his wife Kay welcomed us into their home with open arms and open bottles of champagne, what a way to kick off tour.
The flight though, terrible.
Not turbulance wise, or seating wise. I suppose i haven't flown in quite a while (changed my interstate travel for music to road trip style and seeing more dirt roads, landscape and speed signs than clouds and houses that look like ants) but Virgin have actually changed the normal 747 planes that the used to use, to a smaller, possibly more economic model aircraft - look at me being technical.
Now instead of three seats either side of the isle, there are only the two. Also, no tv screen placed on the back of each seat, and no headphone jacks (and no headphones supplied! i should have taken more when i had the oppertunity on past tours, i must have given them the impression i didn't need on flight entertainment, when really i just supplied my own headphones!)
so lucky Tam and I, four hour flight, one drink, mid air, went to our heads/blood system fairly quickly and we found a small, rather lame way to preoccupy ourselves.
After spending at least thrity minutes discussing lunch and dinner plans that were previously organised, and me sneaking the chance to turn my phone on, and switch the wireless off so that i could keep track of the time (don't try this kids, airlines are strongly apposed) we created wordsearch's on the back of the supplied motion sickness bags.
fall out boy related, of course that's a given. we ended up finding words in our hand made time wasters that we didn't even put in there.
so Mark & Kay headed out to a party, and we searched and bothered a few people about where about's in Perth to go on a saturday night - considering my last travel to Perth was so far off the unpleasant side of the scale, you couldn't even find me. Much like where i physically was - stranded without a phone with no battery at the venue 2 hours after the show had finished. Next time guys, please give me a ride just to civilization?
After numerous glasses of wine (lost count after three) we got ready to explore the "nightlife" and convinced Katie to come over and get ready with us.
There was choking on aeroguard and ranting about people we had never met, but have an unexplanable grudge against us, Tam headed upstairs and fell asleep on the bed.
Determined to not call it a night, i grabbed my bag, the keys and headed out the door. Katie and I managed to catch a bus into the city, $1.60 later (what is that, that's at least a quarter of the fare i pay back home) we wandered, got a little lost, took a photo of some sort of crazy ferris (bueller) wheel and got told off by security for wandering around the bus depot. Being a tourist paid off, and they laughed about how neither of us were from the state we were in, let alone the same as eachother.
Up to Murray st, where we met Hannah.
Lined up to head into the Amplifer Bar, and laughed about the "ATM room, this is clearly the unpopular room, i'd show you around but i don't like crowds of people"
Amplifier have a crazy system (hopefully other places don't get this, because i felt like i'd been booked for something.)
They scan your id through this giant booth, and then you have to hold your finger down on a scan pad for at least 30 seconds while it either records it or registers that you're not wanted (arson, murder, note to self: check spelling on the prior later.)
Vokda + Redbull, and having to press a stamp from somebody's arm onto my face, to convince them that no, it was definately not rubbing off, and that he'd leave us alone - it sounds creepy but it was all just good fun. imnotacreep.
Then we left, because it got boring, Hannah took us on the tour of the Perth mall, did you know they have a place called Cotton On here, and another called Supre?
Targè and a shoe store that no longer exists. Then Hannah and I had far too much fun driving home and trying to locate where exactly where we were in a street directory.
"I was about to tell you the name of that street, but all it say's is Toilets"
"TOILETS ARE MARKED ON THE MAP!"
"is this a joke?"
"aparently there's a bike track along here."
"well, there's a bike."
"and let's say that's a track."
"we're lost aren't we."
"this probably wouldn't be a good time to tell you, but i have absolutely no sense of direction."
All in all, it's been a pretty amazing first day. I'm just on top of the world. Over the ground, hiding in the clouds, and i've never felt so safe. So at home.
The boys fly in at 2am, thanks to their layover in Singapore, which is actually in aprox. 45 minutes.
So i should get some sleep, i'm excited for tomorrow, It's another day of the life i'd give everything to live everyday. It's seeing those beautiful faces again, and face's i've been far too nostalgic for.
-a
Luckily no checked baggaged which meant no waiting around, so we headed outside, and Tams Uncle picked us up from the airport.
Great guy, great sense of humor.
Mark & his wife Kay welcomed us into their home with open arms and open bottles of champagne, what a way to kick off tour.
The flight though, terrible.
Not turbulance wise, or seating wise. I suppose i haven't flown in quite a while (changed my interstate travel for music to road trip style and seeing more dirt roads, landscape and speed signs than clouds and houses that look like ants) but Virgin have actually changed the normal 747 planes that the used to use, to a smaller, possibly more economic model aircraft - look at me being technical.
Now instead of three seats either side of the isle, there are only the two. Also, no tv screen placed on the back of each seat, and no headphone jacks (and no headphones supplied! i should have taken more when i had the oppertunity on past tours, i must have given them the impression i didn't need on flight entertainment, when really i just supplied my own headphones!)
so lucky Tam and I, four hour flight, one drink, mid air, went to our heads/blood system fairly quickly and we found a small, rather lame way to preoccupy ourselves.
After spending at least thrity minutes discussing lunch and dinner plans that were previously organised, and me sneaking the chance to turn my phone on, and switch the wireless off so that i could keep track of the time (don't try this kids, airlines are strongly apposed) we created wordsearch's on the back of the supplied motion sickness bags.
fall out boy related, of course that's a given. we ended up finding words in our hand made time wasters that we didn't even put in there.
so Mark & Kay headed out to a party, and we searched and bothered a few people about where about's in Perth to go on a saturday night - considering my last travel to Perth was so far off the unpleasant side of the scale, you couldn't even find me. Much like where i physically was - stranded without a phone with no battery at the venue 2 hours after the show had finished. Next time guys, please give me a ride just to civilization?
After numerous glasses of wine (lost count after three) we got ready to explore the "nightlife" and convinced Katie to come over and get ready with us.
There was choking on aeroguard and ranting about people we had never met, but have an unexplanable grudge against us, Tam headed upstairs and fell asleep on the bed.
Determined to not call it a night, i grabbed my bag, the keys and headed out the door. Katie and I managed to catch a bus into the city, $1.60 later (what is that, that's at least a quarter of the fare i pay back home) we wandered, got a little lost, took a photo of some sort of crazy ferris (bueller) wheel and got told off by security for wandering around the bus depot. Being a tourist paid off, and they laughed about how neither of us were from the state we were in, let alone the same as eachother.
Up to Murray st, where we met Hannah.
Lined up to head into the Amplifer Bar, and laughed about the "ATM room, this is clearly the unpopular room, i'd show you around but i don't like crowds of people"
Amplifier have a crazy system (hopefully other places don't get this, because i felt like i'd been booked for something.)
They scan your id through this giant booth, and then you have to hold your finger down on a scan pad for at least 30 seconds while it either records it or registers that you're not wanted (arson, murder, note to self: check spelling on the prior later.)
Vokda + Redbull, and having to press a stamp from somebody's arm onto my face, to convince them that no, it was definately not rubbing off, and that he'd leave us alone - it sounds creepy but it was all just good fun. imnotacreep.
Then we left, because it got boring, Hannah took us on the tour of the Perth mall, did you know they have a place called Cotton On here, and another called Supre?
Targè and a shoe store that no longer exists. Then Hannah and I had far too much fun driving home and trying to locate where exactly where we were in a street directory.
"I was about to tell you the name of that street, but all it say's is Toilets"
"TOILETS ARE MARKED ON THE MAP!"
"is this a joke?"
"aparently there's a bike track along here."
"well, there's a bike."
"and let's say that's a track."
"we're lost aren't we."
"this probably wouldn't be a good time to tell you, but i have absolutely no sense of direction."
All in all, it's been a pretty amazing first day. I'm just on top of the world. Over the ground, hiding in the clouds, and i've never felt so safe. So at home.
The boys fly in at 2am, thanks to their layover in Singapore, which is actually in aprox. 45 minutes.
So i should get some sleep, i'm excited for tomorrow, It's another day of the life i'd give everything to live everyday. It's seeing those beautiful faces again, and face's i've been far too nostalgic for.
-a
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