Day 24: Off in Atlanta
Awoke in Atlanta – missed the entire drive. Passed out. My first headache of the tour. Hurriedly throw my boots on (on the outside) grab the guitar and shove some stuff in my bags. The hotel is fancy, confusingly laid-out and full of business power-people. Half the Mondays and Furs are laughing and pointing as i stumbled off the escalator into the lobby. Its a great moment, trust me. Boots on the outside. Atlanta is not Nevada City.
A day in the tower. Mars and I walked about a bit and had breakfast but I spent most of the day on the 53rd floor. That’s a room with a view… Dinner at the Hard Rock cause we couldn’t be bothered to walk more and Mar’s eyes had been poisoned by the pool. Did not see a single other band member except for a fairly sloshed Mondays showing at the hotel bar.
Now i can’t sleep. Again. Bloody annnoying. 4am passes. Crap.
