Dec.4th-5th...travel day
We took a rather harrowing cab-ride to the airport, arriving at noon-ish for our 3:55 flight. We figured that we'd get there, check in early and have time to deal with any unforseen curveballs that the airlines might try to throw at us.
Checked in and went to the Bryant's barbeque/sportsbar thing, thinking that barbeque was one thing we weren't going to get for the next several weeks.
(By the way, the Bryant's at KCI...not anywhere close to the real thing at 18th and Brooklyn. But still not bad.)
So it's 1pm, we're all checked in, luggage checked, etc. I think Glen and I cutting our hair may have helped things; I was not hassled one bit the whole way here. We're having a sandwich...
and the lady from the airline comes over and says," Your plane is going to be late. We're going to move you over to this American Airlines flight instead." So we're like okay, she takes our tickets and runs off and does the transfer stuff. Turns out the new flight is at 2:00, and at another terminal. It's 1:30 at this point.
So it's Keystone Cops time, we're throwing guitars onto the bus to take us to the new terminal, and then running through the terminal...eh, we make it. Just barely. Like they let us down the gangplank and shut the door.
All is well. We arrive in Chicago. No place to exit the building, so no smokey treats for Abigail or I. No time to get extravigant, as we made our connecting flight by 20 mins.
Man, I'm not sure where the airlines get this stuff they call food, but I suspect it might be the Alpo plant.
Anyway, we make it to Brussels, and after a bit of a wait, Gert Geluykens, The Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla arrives with the Opel version of a Dodge Sprinter that functions as the bus for Surfing Airlines.
We get to the house, all is well-all guitars are kosher, everything is as it should be. We walk to the grocery store, get some spaghetti fixin's and various snack foods to gorge and sleep. I get buttermilk by mistake. Don't drink buttermilk. It's really not for drinking.
What IS for drinking, however, is this wonderful Kriek beer. Not that stuff you can get in a bottle at Gomers. I'm not sure What that stuff is. Here, Kriek is beer made from Cherries. It's sweet, tart, and bright red in color. Kind of acts like champagne if it were made from Cherries. If they marketed THIS stuff in the U.S. they'd make a mint.
A few of those and back to bed, which now has me up at 6am with the rooster that roams outside our window. Today is gig day 1. I think we're in Geel, Belgium, at a place called Bacchus Cafe. I don't think we've played there before; I didn't recognize the pictures on their website. Maybe we have, though, things tend to blur out here.
Anyway, I know some of you were curious, so I'll try and have Glen, or Abby, or I put one of these up daily. Probably not with so much detail...nyuck, nyuck.
See you soon!
Checked in and went to the Bryant's barbeque/sportsbar thing, thinking that barbeque was one thing we weren't going to get for the next several weeks.
(By the way, the Bryant's at KCI...not anywhere close to the real thing at 18th and Brooklyn. But still not bad.)
So it's 1pm, we're all checked in, luggage checked, etc. I think Glen and I cutting our hair may have helped things; I was not hassled one bit the whole way here. We're having a sandwich...
and the lady from the airline comes over and says," Your plane is going to be late. We're going to move you over to this American Airlines flight instead." So we're like okay, she takes our tickets and runs off and does the transfer stuff. Turns out the new flight is at 2:00, and at another terminal. It's 1:30 at this point.
So it's Keystone Cops time, we're throwing guitars onto the bus to take us to the new terminal, and then running through the terminal...eh, we make it. Just barely. Like they let us down the gangplank and shut the door.
All is well. We arrive in Chicago. No place to exit the building, so no smokey treats for Abigail or I. No time to get extravigant, as we made our connecting flight by 20 mins.
Man, I'm not sure where the airlines get this stuff they call food, but I suspect it might be the Alpo plant.
Anyway, we make it to Brussels, and after a bit of a wait, Gert Geluykens, The Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla arrives with the Opel version of a Dodge Sprinter that functions as the bus for Surfing Airlines.
We get to the house, all is well-all guitars are kosher, everything is as it should be. We walk to the grocery store, get some spaghetti fixin's and various snack foods to gorge and sleep. I get buttermilk by mistake. Don't drink buttermilk. It's really not for drinking.
What IS for drinking, however, is this wonderful Kriek beer. Not that stuff you can get in a bottle at Gomers. I'm not sure What that stuff is. Here, Kriek is beer made from Cherries. It's sweet, tart, and bright red in color. Kind of acts like champagne if it were made from Cherries. If they marketed THIS stuff in the U.S. they'd make a mint.
A few of those and back to bed, which now has me up at 6am with the rooster that roams outside our window. Today is gig day 1. I think we're in Geel, Belgium, at a place called Bacchus Cafe. I don't think we've played there before; I didn't recognize the pictures on their website. Maybe we have, though, things tend to blur out here.
Anyway, I know some of you were curious, so I'll try and have Glen, or Abby, or I put one of these up daily. Probably not with so much detail...nyuck, nyuck.
See you soon!
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