Boogie back to Texas (June 2006)

monday came a little quicker than i would have liked. it seemed like i had just gone to sleep when i was awake again. terry was up and moving and jon was moving, but jack was still down and julie jordan was awake but had put off getting mobile yet. terry had fried up a couple of pounds of bacon, and that was first time i had been hungry since thursday, so i was snarfin down bacon and we had beer left over but i decided to skip that since i had a plane to catch (actually i was almost afraid not to drink a beer, because i didn't want to throw my body into shock) jack came out and started helpin with the bacon and jon and terry decided to run into ithaca and drop off the sound system that had never even been set up, but still had to be returned. julie jordan had work that day so she burned off, and that left me and jack just hangin out tellin each other stories, about places we'd been and shit we'd got into, and other bros we'd ridden with along the way. the AM ripped by pretty quick and soon enough jon and terry were back from ithaca, jack was loaded up and leaving for willet (or is it willard....LOL) and we were off to the rochester airport.
there's not much to do on a ride to the airport except stare out the windshield, the trip is over for the most part, and you're saying adios to your friends till next time, it's kinda of sad because man we had a stone blast, but at the same time, there's some comfort in getting back to normal, and besides i was starting to really miss pamela, and the kids, and while new york is aces-up it had been a week since i'd eaten anything with pico on it so i was looking forward to a plate of migas and a breakfast beer.
we made the airport without incident. jon and terry walked me to the counter where a really sweet little cutie got my boarding pass, i checked my guitar and suitcase, said goodbye to jon and terry ,and then there wasn't anything to do but wait the 50 minutes for my plane to board............
this is where the whole thing turned to shit, my flight got delayed 90 minutes and i had to make a connecting flight in atlanta....i had 2 hours to make the connection, but for those of ya'll who have ever been thru the airport in atlanta, ya'll know 2 hours don't mean dick.....it can take that long to change concourses.
well we got to atlanta and i had 30 minutes to make my connection......here's the part where it went the rest of the way to hell......atlanta was besieged by a bunch of freak lightning storms so we were delayed an extra 3 hours HOORAY. the airport was like a fuckin zoo cos every flight had been grounded due to weather. we waited there for almost 4 hours, and there was no place to sit...people were sleeping in the walkways, all the bars were standing room only, and i was as sober as a judge....damn the bad luck. finally we departed and made austin in just a couple of hours, but by then my flight was 4 hours late. on the way from atlanta i sat next to a guy named michael and we chatted a bit he's a computer guy, and a photographer, i bought him a beer and we bullshitted about music and movies till the plane landed.
pamela was waiting at the baggage claim and then the trip was really over and we were on our way home, i had a show the next weekend in moulton texas so i needed to get somewhere and shut up for a couple of days.
that brings to an end my excellent new york adventure. i've been back 10 days now and i've already booked a few shows there in oct. i'll be posting up the dates as i nail down the details.
for all the people that i met in new york that read this....ya'll are the best, and i can't wait to see ya'll again. so till next time adios.
i'll be adding to this account as things happen, and i still have to add the moulton show last sunday, and all pam's folks from michigan who were kind enough to come out, but i have some things in dripping springs to do tomorrow, mostly hang out with my compadre rick ryan and his lovely wife kim, and i'm planning on sharing a beer with Don Bravo, so till then i'm off to sleep.