Monday Sept 12, 2011

I wake up much too early for having a day off work. Things to do, places to go. Last minute packing, sorting and decision making, must be able to live with the choices I make now for the next two weeks, no going back for forgotten items, and no money to purchase new.

I pack everything except safety pins and a hair brush. Not a deliberate choice. I drove my car to the place it will rest this Tour. I started to think about the unknown future, wondering what exciting events and experiences I will be fondly remembering on the drive home, or will I be exclaiming “ I can not believe I did that”?

We start off by driving the local roads. It has been a long time since I was the local one hosting the Invasion. Every plane I saw go overhead, I wondered if I knew anyone in it, would everyone arrive safely? Who will get lost on our roads? How will people try to pronounce the local places? What exotic food items will they try?

I sampled the exotic foods and had fried Lobster. Dipped in butter. Completely calorie and cholesterol free.

Checking into the hotel, I realize I once again forgot my hairbrush, as I always seem to do. A brief walk around towm and I have once again not been able to find one I like; unhappy hair for the next two weeks.

Dressed, coiffed, and painted, I strut to the venue, only to be left standing in the sun for two hours before they finally realized who I was, and I was let into the green room, and then had two gentlemen brought to me so that they could meet me. Other people may remember the event differently, but we all have our illusions, and delusions, and in the end, that is what keeps us going.

A hockey rink in New Hampshire at the end of Summer. No ice yet, very hot and humid inside, especially for those of us under the bright lights. I received the greetings and well wishes of all my friends, fans and frenemies. Thank you for your kind words, too many to thank personally, and then I signaled for the show to begin. Because I DO control the universe. Don’t let the others fool you, it is all about me.

Iised my special psychic abilities to communicate what song I wanted to hear next, but the signals crossed somehow, and a few times, there were sour notes sung and harsh chords played, as the Talented Ones tried to pull themselves together. Glue should have been used, not very cohesive, but I love watching them adjust back to the well known and familiar comforting soothing strains of beloved classics. When some of them played at all. Extra notes at times, not enough at others. I counted.

Stand out songs

Lean on Me Never enjoyed it more and probably never will again

Gypsy Everyone showed up for that one

NIWS with the occasional spoken words

Left the show, hot and greasy, as if I had been dipped in mineral oil, and tried to sleep a wee bit before the next adventure.