6AM, LAX. Drinking very expensive fancy Starbucks (see splotches on notebook). Awoke at 3:30AM after going to bed at 3AM. I am not at all tired. Andy drove through fog so dense we estimated visibility to be around 0-50 feet. True horror-movie setting. Andy just got an airport BK Croissanwich. There was meat in it, of course. He is exchanging it. I am anxious because I think we may already be boarding by the time he comes back. That, plus I have to pee again. I will take are of that as soon as Andy comes back – which is now!
[ insert drawing by Andy of me on an airplane and Andy driving the opposite direction in a car]
Andy was reading part of the old tour journal (Blackout AD, 1999). Oops – time to board! Andy come back! OK. 6:35AM, and I’m seated on the plane. Forgot to give Andy the phone number for Rodney (doh!) but I’ll probably call him once I get to Detroit. I was proud of myself for not crying. Maybe it was a good thing he trotted off to the loo – less time to build up tears and replace them with anxiety. I got to move up a few rows on the plane because this flight is not full. All the attendants are back here and they want the space for their own private party. At least some people enjoy their jobs. OK – off to read “The Exorcist” now.
2:30PM, Detroit. We’re landing. Take off was one full hour late. I don’t know what time my connecting flight is – I left my ticket in my bag in the overhead bin. I have to piss like a racehorse. It’s strangely comforting to see the brown and faded green patchwork quilt of the Midwest again – even if it is Detroit.
3:10PM, Detroit. Just standing here at the gate, waiting to board. They’re saying 10 more minutes until boarding (I assume – they just keep telling people 10 minutes, not specifying what for). This flight is not as empty as the first one.
3:30PM. Successfully boarded; guy in the seat next to me seems OK – 20s, Midwesterner, not likely to be chatty. Good. I’m hungry again, not sure why. Going to read more of “The Exorcist”. The book, as I had hoped, gives meaning to stuff I had always wondered about in the movie even after seeing the completed version last month. I hope the cello is OK. I saw it get handled sorta roughly while getting loaded into the plane in LA, dammit.
4:20PM. Still boarded and waiting at the gate. Fucking captain hasn’t showed up yet. I hate Detroit! Some Indian dude sitting in some far off region of the plane came to stuff some baggage in the overhead with my bag. He smashed the hell out of my bag, fucking bastard. Hope Chris’ cigs are OK. I’m carrying an entire carton over for him so he doesn’t have to mess with customs.
5:50PM. Finally pulling out of the gate. I will most likely have to get re-booked to connect to Hamburg. Bastards. While waiting I slept. Drooled all over my top. Twice. Dammit.