A: We stayed up later than we probably had anticipated after the show last night. Lioux and I needed a nightcap after we got back, and we were laughing about some things and teasing each other because we find it endlessly amusing to do that. I took a late shower and finally fell asleep late, after everyone else was out already. I think it was almost 3 AMish, and I knew we had to be out the door by 9 AMish, so I was starting to wonder what the hell is wrong with me, when I fell asleep and stopped thinking altogether.
Elle and I have been sharing concrete slabs in each hotel, so we were bed partners again last night. We keep talking about how we’re going to fart on each other and beat one another severely in our sleep, but we usually just end up passing out and forgetting the battles yet to ensue. Nevertheless, she’s used to getting up very early, as she has two little boys who are in the habit of making that happen. She’s usually the first one up in the room, because she likes to shower and get ready for the day without holding anyone up. She’s a peach that way, all considerate and such.
However, she sometimes lets details get by her. Like this morning. She’s been sporting these metal jangly bracelets on her left wrist this past few days. She’s quite into them. She’s so into them, in fact, that she couldn’t wait to put them on this morning as she was getting ready and we were still (trying) to sleep.
So I’m fighting the sun against my eyelids as it is, feeling a hot stiffness in my neck from the slab, thinking about how I was going to function today, when I started hearing it…
[Jingle-jing-jing-jing-jingle-jing-jingle]
[Wha?]
[Jing-jing-jingle-jingle-jing-jing-jingle-jing-jing]
[Surely she’s kidding.]
[JINGLE-JING-JINGLE-JING-JING-JING-JINGLE-JING-JING]
[She’s dead in her sleep tonight.]
For whatever reason, rather than leave them off until she was done brushing her teeth, doing her hair, fixing her makeup, getting completely dressed, packing her last few things back up, looking for a room key, looking for a set of car keys, and every other GODDAMNED THING she could think of, she decided to just, you know, throw ‘em on. Just ‘cuz.
I just asked her why she did put them on, and she told me they never come off. Apparently she slept with them on and I never heard them.
[Right.]
2 comments:
I must say, I've been following the escapades of SK via this excellent blog and I feel like i'm a in the van with you. Ahh, what is was like to be on tour. There is not another activity in the world that yields more funny stories.
Keep 'em coming. Good storytelling.
Thanks for this post, I am considering talking about the same in my blog.
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