bad day to ride the bus
bad day to ride a bus
Current mood: hungry
mistakes were made. People will be held accountable for their actions. And this is why I don't go out drinking a lot anymore.
Yesterday we did a show in Binghamton, NY. It's everything you think it would be. Very western New York, rural and redneck. It was a two show one-off and I got NO sleep that night. In fact, I may have gotten food poisoning from catering. Anyway. the last time we played that venue was with Dirty Rotten and the cast nearly mutinied because the space was so small. This show fits in a little better, so it was crazy but not insane.
We made it through. We loaded out in normal time and I went back to the hotel. As I'm passing out in the super amazing bath tub, Peter comes in and says that a group of us are going to the bar right next to the theatre for a few drinks. Screw it! I haven't been very social lately (I had a period that lasted two weeks. I hate my new birth control pill and wanted to kill everyone), it was a much easier day than it could have been - I'll go out for drinks for once. So we all bop over and the bar tender is really sweet and the drinks are really cheep and we only have an hour before they close and we all have to leave. I don't remember exactly how many drinks I had, but it was a mistake.
When the bar finally closed we moved the party back to our room and had a great time . . . until the room went sideways. The last time I was that miserable and sick was in college. it was no good. I did not want to get off the toilet, I just wanted to curl up on the bathroom floor where it was nice a cool (you know that feeling?).
Then today we were woken up at ten by a knock on the door. Apparently bus call was at 9:30 and we were supposed to roll at ten (which could lead to a whole rant about how the communication on this tour fucking SUCKS . . . but it won't). Peter and I had to race around the room, rush out, not leave anything behind and be on the bus in zero minutes. I was convinced I left blankie behind - I didn't - and I was pissed. The bus started rolling, and suddenly motion sickness, car sickness, and hang-over all kick in at once. It was a six or seven hour ride and I threw up for almost all of it. The minute I thought I had everything out of my system (literally) the bus would make a sharp turn or break and I would be back in the bathroom with my head in the toilet. It got to the point where I couldn't even keep a glass of water down. And when we finally pull over so that I can put something in my stomach - if only to have something to throw up again - I found that my driver's license, credit card, and about $50 that I had the night before were nowhere to be found. So I'm going to be eating ramen for the next week until I can get back to VT and get another credit card and I'm going to have to get a new driver's license. Again. I'm really hoping that I did something intellegent with it, like sent it back to the room with peter and we just can't remember. I've called the credit card company, the hotel and the bar (who aren't answering their phone) and covered all the bases there. it was just a really shitty day. and now I won't be able to sleep.
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Current mood: hungry
mistakes were made. People will be held accountable for their actions. And this is why I don't go out drinking a lot anymore.
Yesterday we did a show in Binghamton, NY. It's everything you think it would be. Very western New York, rural and redneck. It was a two show one-off and I got NO sleep that night. In fact, I may have gotten food poisoning from catering. Anyway. the last time we played that venue was with Dirty Rotten and the cast nearly mutinied because the space was so small. This show fits in a little better, so it was crazy but not insane.
We made it through. We loaded out in normal time and I went back to the hotel. As I'm passing out in the super amazing bath tub, Peter comes in and says that a group of us are going to the bar right next to the theatre for a few drinks. Screw it! I haven't been very social lately (I had a period that lasted two weeks. I hate my new birth control pill and wanted to kill everyone), it was a much easier day than it could have been - I'll go out for drinks for once. So we all bop over and the bar tender is really sweet and the drinks are really cheep and we only have an hour before they close and we all have to leave. I don't remember exactly how many drinks I had, but it was a mistake.
When the bar finally closed we moved the party back to our room and had a great time . . . until the room went sideways. The last time I was that miserable and sick was in college. it was no good. I did not want to get off the toilet, I just wanted to curl up on the bathroom floor where it was nice a cool (you know that feeling?).
Then today we were woken up at ten by a knock on the door. Apparently bus call was at 9:30 and we were supposed to roll at ten (which could lead to a whole rant about how the communication on this tour fucking SUCKS . . . but it won't). Peter and I had to race around the room, rush out, not leave anything behind and be on the bus in zero minutes. I was convinced I left blankie behind - I didn't - and I was pissed. The bus started rolling, and suddenly motion sickness, car sickness, and hang-over all kick in at once. It was a six or seven hour ride and I threw up for almost all of it. The minute I thought I had everything out of my system (literally) the bus would make a sharp turn or break and I would be back in the bathroom with my head in the toilet. It got to the point where I couldn't even keep a glass of water down. And when we finally pull over so that I can put something in my stomach - if only to have something to throw up again - I found that my driver's license, credit card, and about $50 that I had the night before were nowhere to be found. So I'm going to be eating ramen for the next week until I can get back to VT and get another credit card and I'm going to have to get a new driver's license. Again. I'm really hoping that I did something intellegent with it, like sent it back to the room with peter and we just can't remember. I've called the credit card company, the hotel and the bar (who aren't answering their phone) and covered all the bases there. it was just a really shitty day. and now I won't be able to sleep.
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