"How You Goin', Mate?"
May 17, 2004.
I’m in Brisbane, Australia. We took 3 planes to get here:
Vancouver - Los Angeles
Los Angeles - Sydney
Sydney - Brisbane
I had been dreading that middle 14-hour flight for weeks, but it was alright. I had my book (The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles) and 5 crosswords. I was in the center section of the plane, on the aisle in a row of 4 seats. There was only one other person in my row, in the other aisle seat and we had two empty seats between us. I could put my legs up on the seat beside me when I slept. Otherwise it would have been really tight. He was an Australian named Julian. He sat down and said, ‘how’re you goin’?’
The first movie I saw on my list of choices is one my husband is in, ‘Welcome To Mooseport’. David plays Agent Cloud, a special secret service agent to Gene Hackman’s ex-President of the United States. We saw it when it came out a few months ago but any opportunity to see my husband, live or Memorex must be seized. By the way, the week we had together in Vancouver was fantastic, and sorry about that last indulgent blog entry. I tend to explore themes extensively, like repeating a word over and over to yourself until it starts to sound ridiculous.
Later I watched ‘Something’s Gotta Give’ with Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson, and I don’t know if it was the altitude, or the Gravol or what but I cried twice.
When I woke up this morning with 2:30 left on the flight (I slept for 7 hours!) I felt pretty good and thought I might be smart and strong enough of to outsmart jetlag. The joke’s on me. Right now I feel like crap. I’m all wibbly.
On the plane I dreamed I went home at the very end of the Sarah tours and went to see people I knew performing concerts, but no one recognized me anymore. I was all like, ‘Kurt (Swinghammer) man, it’s me, KR’ and he was all like ‘I don’t know you, lady.’ It was bothersome, but not overly so because I knew I was dreaming, and self-inflicting torture on myself. Somehow I knew the spell would wear off. Maybe I should email Kurt just to make sure...
Day off tomorrow. Just for the band, not for our poor hardworking crew. They will be setting up at the venue. Sarah’s taking us out to dinner tomorrow night. My hotel room overlooks the Brisbane River. Went for a long walk beside it this evening. I saw and photographed 2 crazy looking types of birds at very close range. No idea what they were, have to find out. The view from the plane from Sydney to Brisbane along the coast was spectacular this morning. We’ll be flying everywhere for this tour in Australia and New Zealand. Should be gorgeous.
More later... can’t believe we’re finally about to start the tour. Looking forward to a live audience.
I’m off to bed. Sweet.
xo KR
Next morning:
PS:
...Dreamed last night that I was a modern day war bride/singer in a retro cover band that played every Saturday night at a very busy club full of diehard regulars. My husband returned from the war and I had a do a show but I was suddenly an imposter who did know any of the songs. Everyone thought I was the right person, and knew that I was distracted by the return of my husband, so they did not fire me. At one point I went into someone else’s attic to get some clothing for the show, later I reached into a paper bag and ate someone’s else fried chicken, peeling the skin off first. That’s all I remember.
Send your analysis to:
kathrynrose601@hotmail.com
Still feeling wibbly!
I’m in Brisbane, Australia. We took 3 planes to get here:
Vancouver - Los Angeles
Los Angeles - Sydney
Sydney - Brisbane
I had been dreading that middle 14-hour flight for weeks, but it was alright. I had my book (The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles) and 5 crosswords. I was in the center section of the plane, on the aisle in a row of 4 seats. There was only one other person in my row, in the other aisle seat and we had two empty seats between us. I could put my legs up on the seat beside me when I slept. Otherwise it would have been really tight. He was an Australian named Julian. He sat down and said, ‘how’re you goin’?’
The first movie I saw on my list of choices is one my husband is in, ‘Welcome To Mooseport’. David plays Agent Cloud, a special secret service agent to Gene Hackman’s ex-President of the United States. We saw it when it came out a few months ago but any opportunity to see my husband, live or Memorex must be seized. By the way, the week we had together in Vancouver was fantastic, and sorry about that last indulgent blog entry. I tend to explore themes extensively, like repeating a word over and over to yourself until it starts to sound ridiculous.
Later I watched ‘Something’s Gotta Give’ with Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson, and I don’t know if it was the altitude, or the Gravol or what but I cried twice.
When I woke up this morning with 2:30 left on the flight (I slept for 7 hours!) I felt pretty good and thought I might be smart and strong enough of to outsmart jetlag. The joke’s on me. Right now I feel like crap. I’m all wibbly.
On the plane I dreamed I went home at the very end of the Sarah tours and went to see people I knew performing concerts, but no one recognized me anymore. I was all like, ‘Kurt (Swinghammer) man, it’s me, KR’ and he was all like ‘I don’t know you, lady.’ It was bothersome, but not overly so because I knew I was dreaming, and self-inflicting torture on myself. Somehow I knew the spell would wear off. Maybe I should email Kurt just to make sure...
Day off tomorrow. Just for the band, not for our poor hardworking crew. They will be setting up at the venue. Sarah’s taking us out to dinner tomorrow night. My hotel room overlooks the Brisbane River. Went for a long walk beside it this evening. I saw and photographed 2 crazy looking types of birds at very close range. No idea what they were, have to find out. The view from the plane from Sydney to Brisbane along the coast was spectacular this morning. We’ll be flying everywhere for this tour in Australia and New Zealand. Should be gorgeous.
More later... can’t believe we’re finally about to start the tour. Looking forward to a live audience.
I’m off to bed. Sweet.
xo KR
Next morning:
PS:
...Dreamed last night that I was a modern day war bride/singer in a retro cover band that played every Saturday night at a very busy club full of diehard regulars. My husband returned from the war and I had a do a show but I was suddenly an imposter who did know any of the songs. Everyone thought I was the right person, and knew that I was distracted by the return of my husband, so they did not fire me. At one point I went into someone else’s attic to get some clothing for the show, later I reached into a paper bag and ate someone’s else fried chicken, peeling the skin off first. That’s all I remember.
Send your analysis to:
kathrynrose601@hotmail.com
Still feeling wibbly!
posted by Kathryn Rose (aka KR) at 4:56 a.m.
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