|It wasn’t the sound of my alarm clock that awoke me at 6 am this morning, but instead the reminder alarm of my cell phone. I set that to remind me to call my guitar player Paul and make sure he was awake. Although I made it home shortly before 1 am last night, I hadn’t gone to sleep until about 3. I had spent those 2 hours talking to my wife Mary about everything under the sun, not wanting to say goodnight and go to sleep because then it would be time to leave.
Last night was supposed to be our second rehearsal with our new bass player, Lauren. However, due to “circumstances beyond control” our rehearsal was canceled and Lauren is from Seattle, WA and is the most recent bass player to join our little band of 5 instrumentalists in the band which accompanies the new musical adventures of the 3 Red Neck Tenors.
Now I say supposed to be our second rehearsal because the bus containing our music and several of our singers is still on its way back from Oklahoma where it had been undergoing repairs. We can only hope that this represents the end of any troubles with our bus.
So it’s 6 AM and I call Paul and try to sound as peppy as possible. His girl-friend Lindsey answered the phone and confirmed that they were in fact up and moving. Later on the bus she said I sounded pretty asleep which is consistent with my memory of our conversation.
Well, I shoved the last of my belonging into my suitcase and zipped it shut. I crept into my son Max’s room and gave him a kiss on the cheek to say goodbye. Hey responded with a yawn and rolled over and went back to sleep. It is going to be hard to leave him behind.
Then I went in to say goodbye to Mary. She wished me safety and told me she loved me and I was out the door. Besides saying goodbye to my wife and kid for 8+ weeks I am also saying goodbye to my house.
My wife and I bought our current house about 5 years ago and are just about to close the deal on selling it. We are having a house built in Aledo which is significantly bigger, better school, and higher priced.
So farewells are flowing pretty freely as I had kissed both members of my family goodbye and just closed the door for the last time to my home of 5 years. However, no time for that – I’m late!
Now, as I’m sure will become exceedingly evident in the entries to follow this, the Grapevine based production company is not exactly famous for doing things according to any kind of schedule. However, I didn’t wish to start the tour off late, so I broke the land speed record for traversing from Fort Worth to Grapevine.
When I arrived there was of course plenty of time before we were underway and I was able to run to Chick-fillet and grab some breakfast. I moved into my spot in the back of the bus and proceeded to sleep off and on for several hours until it was noon.
When I woke up we had pulled into a bus stop somewhere just before the Texas – Louisiana border. I’m usually pretty disoriented when I first wake up, but add to that being at some non-descript bus stop where the clearest landmark is the presence of trees that are much taller and greener than the normal central Texas variety. Apparently there was no further plan for lunch than this truck stop so I bought a Hotlink, a bag of pretzels and a water.
Tonight we stopped just out of Jackson Mississippi to indulge in some local Mexican food. Now we’re headed further towards Alabama and eventually to our destination of Niceville, Florida. Our estimated time of arrival is now 2:30am.
Traveling hasn’t been to bad, but it’s only 9 PM now so we’ll see how I feel when we get to the Hotel 17 hours after leaving Grapevine