Tuesday afternoon to Wednesday afternoon was probably the most jam-packed 24+ hours of my life. I drove countless miles across the state of Texas, saw six different bands, accumulated a handful of scrapes and bruises, broke my phone again, and barely slept a wink.
Tuesday at 3:30 p.m., I dropped everything I was doing and left Austin to go to San Antonio for the Scream It Like You Mean It Tour. The show was awesome, but it was so hot in the White Rabbit that by the end of the show I was soaking wet from my sweat, other people’s sweat, and the water the bands kept pouring on the crowd. My shorts were even so soaked that my phone got some water inside it and completely stopped working (I let it sit in a bag of rice for about 12 hours, and it’s all good now!)
I finally got home from San Antonio around 1 a.m., and it just so happened that Martin and Wes, who had been at the recording studio all day with the rest of Edison Chair, were pulling up to the house at the same time. We were all tired and dirty and beat up from our individual adventures, but we were faced with a dilemma: go to bed now and get 2.5 hours of sleep, or man up, pull an all-nighter, and sleep all the way to Lubbock. We chose the latter.
Was it the best choice? Probably not. Especially considering Martin and I were both complete zombies all day. Even with God Is An Astronaut gently rocking me to sleep the whole way to Lubbock, it was still hard to fall asleep and stay asleep. But my lack of sleep is no concern to me. We used those wee-hours of the morning to throw ourselves a little going away party, and it was definitely worth it.
Even though Martin and I stayed up all night packing and getting ready for the trip, we still left for our trip an hour late (and by “we” I mean my parents decided to push snooze for an extra hour). Big surprise. I bet my parents will be late for my wedding. But we still arrived in Lubbock in the afternoon, which gave us plenty of time to visit with my Granny and go to dinner with a bunch of my aunts, uncles, and cousins. The trip’s taken a unexpected turn, though, because my Granny had to leave for Houston this morning because her last remaining sister died earlier this week. So now one of the main reasons we came to Lubbock is gone. But that does mean we might come home a day earlier!
And we’re house sitting Granny’s now, and you know how much I love house sitting. Just ask Wes’ s grandma…
P.S. Four days til I move out!