20 September 2005
2005 has been a year of constant wandering for me. Tori toured the US in April and Europe in May, Charlotte toured the US in June, Tori toured the US again in July and now that Tori's tour has come to a devastating end, I come back home to find news about a new tour on the horizon. Just when I thought my second home (the American road) was coming to a dead-end, I get news that hit me like I was pregnant. Charlotte shows. Dates have started to leak. The DVD announcement has ignited the most enthusiastic consensus all over this parched fanbase. People I know of that are planning to go are Luke from Atlanta, Michael from San Fransisco, Noah from New York City, Chris from Buffalo, Jake from somewhere in Illinois. Maybe Nikki? Maybe Berry? Maybe Carole? It's always surrounded by "maybe" until it's already happening. "Maybe I'll go to New Orleans"... not much later I'm guzzling down Hurricanes trying to find the perfect beads for everyone I know will appreciate my cheesy demeanor.
Hopefully they will all show up. Hopefully all these maybe's will turn into certainly's that will later evolve into thank God I made it. As it usually happens. Chasing a Charlotte.
-M
10 September 2005
Tour. What to pack? What did I forget? Passport? I don't have any tickets. I think I'm late to catch the train to Jules's house. I know I'm forgetting something. Enough underwear, toothbrush and money. And a lot of passion. That's all you need.
On the plane. My Ipod scares me, I don't want it to run out of battery before I fall asleep. But I can't fall asleep, we had another near-death experience on the plane. "Are we in heaven?" Jules said. "My life flashed before my eyes, and I got bored actually" I said, happy that my friend was near, and that she laughed at my joke. It didn't matter we were scared and confused, we were together.
On land. How do we get to the venue? Do we have enough change for the bus? Should I take another shitty picture with the camera I don't know how to use? Or should I text my friend about the latest mullet I spotted on the sidewalks of New Orleans? How did I end up getting kicked out of this venue in DC? “Laws are meant to be broken” is what my plastic cup full of wine told me as I guzzled it with all of my underage fervor. Later on... Should we sleep on the bathroom floor of this Virginia hotel because the bed is ridden with stains that have an unknown odor and weird colors? Doesn't matter. We're still together. Be it in CT, LA, MA, NJ, CA or NY, little venues and a certain blonde are what we feel is like home far away from home.
-M