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Mar 07, 2003 10:50

I'm currently tied up in a stop-over in Heathrow Airport in London, waiting for my flight to Hamburg which should be boarding in an hour. I've taken some time to head for one of the many internet cafes around the place to come to my journal to update it, and I realise that there's been quite some time since I've talked to people, and more time since I've really updated my journal properly. So here is my attempt to rectify that situation.

As I've probably mentioned earlier, I've been having computer problems, and my PC, a lowly 133 with 64 meg of RAM (don't laugh), has finally gone kaputt (look, I'm brushing up on my German) and died. Over the years, I've developed something of a Scrooge-like way of dealing with my money, making sure that I don't spend more than I truly need to, including computers. However, I now have my new iBook in my bag and first-class tickets to the next stop. I feel somewhat guilty for splurging my personal fortune on such extravagences, but when I think of whom I'm to meet at the end of the line, I think it's not going to waste.

A conversation I'd had earlier with Ben and Chris about my rushing off to Europe so close to the tour that kicks off at the end of the month was quite interesting. I was somewhat hedgy, prepared to call Qantas and ask that they please cancel my flights, and then planning on making an international call to Hannah to explain my sudden 'defection'. With the tour coming up, and with practices becoming more and more frequent and stressful (I can't count how many times Ben has thrown his drumsticks agains the wall in frustration), I felt that I should be around to help with preparing.. But when I put forth the idea of going to Europe, they were surprisingly supportive and encouraged me to go, even if it were only for a few days and it was during a rather inconvenient time. I guess, after the both of them disappeared for some time earlier, it's time for me to break loose and 'rebel'.

So here I am, on the way to joining Hannah in Hamburg for a HIM concert and then off to London to see Placebo later. (Can I say that I feel like a hard-core groupie?) I am still slightly anxious about the things going on back home, but I have faith in Chris keeping Ben in line long enough to make sure that the tour doesn't come to a grinding halt because of some mishap or another. I'll probably be putting in a call to my mates when I get done updating here, so I should stop sounding like such a fretful mother and just relax.

In any case, I have to apologise to Hannah for not getting in touch with her properly about the plans. I've pretty much taken the initiative and booked us reservations into the Park Hyatt into an Executive suite. Ben and Chris are going to laugh in knowing that me, Daniel the Dag, has chosen such a hotel and suite when I normally prefer Holiday Inn or something along those lines... but after conserving some money for a little while, I figure that we'll both get a kick out of trying to live it up big when we both know we're nothing of the sort. Mostly, as well, because I promised to share a room with Hannah, something that I find endearing, and that I will appreciate the quiet and privacy since I anticipate that's a luxury that won't be offered in the coming months.

Just checking the time, I notice that I'm about to run out in my internet session, so I should be wrapping this up. I'll make a few phone calls and then maybe pick up on some magazines for the flight over to Hamburg. Or maybe I'll just get some sleep as the flight over was long enough and I, for some reason, couldn't do it. Here's to hoping that I can, otherwise Hannah will have to put up with my sleeping for the entire time we're together.

Edit: I had just been to the music stand, marvelling at the fact that nobody seems to recognise me with my new dark-haired 'do and disguise of hat, scarf and coat. The point beside that is that I wonder if Natalie has any idea that the press (New Idea and Women's Day) have somehow found photos of us when we were together in Melbourne and the rumours are rife once again? I think, just for the sake of it, I'm going to buy a few magazines for souvenirs. For once, a rumour doesn't bother me so much as make me... thoughtful.

In any case, I think I'm going to scan these when I get home. Now, it's back off to find something to eat before I board for Hamburg. Cheers.
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