We had no problems checking in for at flights at least. I can't describe the relief of seeing that seat number on my boarding pass. Now it's just the other side of the pond to worry about. We had some really good breakfast once we sat down, a ecological cheese baguette with honey mustard. This airport certainly pisses all over Bremen's poor, dog shit stained excuse for a terminal.
I also scored a sleeping pill from Johan, so my hopes for getting some kip on the flight has increased. If I can get five hours or so I think I'll be ok. Right now I'm feeling fucking exhausted!
We've been doing our best to pass the time for the last four hours... The highlight of this morning so far has been the massage chair that gave my body a severe rub down for five minutes, for only two Euros. I'd been to the toilet and when I came out I found the three guys each sat in these massage chairs. There were only three so I had to wait, but it was worth it for the entertainment Johan and Jon provided whilst I stood around waiting my turn. Jon was getting it on with the nearest chair, laughing orgasmically as it worked it's magic. Andy was sat in the farthest chair silently enjoying his treatment and Johan was on his knees in the middle chair, looking angrily into the coin slot and prodding and poking it, trying to get his coins back. When that didn't work he turned to punching it, but still nothing. He did this for almost five minutes, and the chair didn't make a move. And he didn't get his money back. Jon and Andy sat there totally oblivious to his huffing and puffing, whilst I looked on giggling to myself.
It's now eight thirty four am. We're going to go to the gate to board in around half an hour, although the flight takes off at ten forty five. My plan is to wait until after dinner and then pop that fucking pill and hope it takes me into a much needed, deep sleep.
Aaron has just texted Jon saying that all our gear and a load of beer awaits us at his place. Apparently Jon's hole-less bowling ball has arrived there too? I have no fucking idea but Jon seems to be chuffed.
I have no idea how I am going to feel tonight, I don't think drinking beer before the show will do me much good though. Hope these sleeping pills work..
The pill worked a treat! I don't think I've ever slept so long on a flight before. I slept just after dinner on the plane, which was surprisingly good, and I got the vegetarian food I'd ordered without any hassle, and I woke up just as we were coming over the Canadian border into the States. Perfect. I feel really good now and I'm looking forward to tonight's show.
We're at the club now. It's a pretty cool place. The bar is really slick and it's painted black, the club is called St. Vitus Bar after all. Looks like they have some pretty nice beer on tap and it's nicely air conditioned, which is a welcome treat considering the humidity outside on the streets of New York City.