After 24 hours in transit the Wife and I finally have made to Maine. It only took dealing with several mildly retarded (I wish there was a better word for this) TSA agents to safely (they didn't help) make it to the other side of the island, New England.
Talk about strange happenings, after my Wife and I boarded the plane for our last leg of the journey from Seattle to Boston a childhood friend of mine who I haven't seen in 5 or 6 years was on the same flight! The best part was his seat was right behind me. What are the chances, right? It was great to catch up. He told us he was going to take the bus to Maine, however, we invited him to join us in our rental car to avoid having to deal with Greyhound.
Now I'm trying to adjust my sleep patterns after two days of barely any sleep and a 4 hour time difference. I hate to say this, because the professional musician's gods might frown on it, but it is 7am and I am awake....and it isn't because I stayed up all night. Getting up before the crack of noon is strange. I better fix this over the next day or two.
It begins tomorrow. Come out and see me my Mainer brothers and sisters!
