Flying... Not My Favorite Form Of Transportation

This tour is already developing problems. It was originally suppose to run from Sept 26 to October 10th. When Ted discovered that the rest of IR couldn't do all the shows, the booking agent found a replacement band for the 2nd half of the dates. He worked out a plan to have myself and Jon from Combichrist do part of the remaining 5 shows and then fly the other Gabriel out to replace Jon on drums for the other dates. That plan was all set until the singer from Tiger Army got sick and canceled the Phoenix and Albuquerque dates. Those were the only 2 show Jon could do, so now Ted had to try and get a refund on the plane tickets which didn't work completely. This now changed the day I was suppose to fly out from Wednesday to Sunday. However, my ticket just increased by $400 more, so my flight was changed to Thursday and I'd fly into Phoenix anyway. There I'd stay with Nick (who did keyboards for IR on the Combichrist tour) and Ted would drive out, pick me up, and we'd then drive to San Antonio for the first of the 3 dates that are left of this "tour".

That was all good and fine except for one fact... and I'll get to that in a minute. Ted called me Wednesday night to make sure I was all set to leave the next day. So Thursday I walk a mile in the afternoon heat to the subway, took the train to the airport shuttle station, took the wrong shuttle by mistake, had to walk from one end of the airport to the correct airline, wait in line, finally check-in... only to find they have no reservation for me. Awesome!

Turns out, Ted got the wrong day. My flight was scheduled for Friday, not Thursday. So, I turned around and did my whole adventure in reverse and went home. The next day I did all that yet again (though I got the correct airport shuttle this time) and flew out of Boston finally. Though both my flight and connecting flight were both late. My connecting flight was at 7:30 and we landed at 7:26... and of course, it was on the opposite side of the airport, in a completely different building. Since it was delayed, I actually made my flight. Only to have one of the bumpiest flights of my life. Out of the 5 hours in the air, 4 of those were plagued with turbulence. Did I mention I hate flying in the first place?

Yup, off to a great start. Hahaha