Tuesday, September 9, 2008

harbour of heartbreak

i am writing here solely because i'm too tired and lazy to get up to find my tax law textbook, which is what i should be doing. i've got about seven of my bandmates strewn all around me in this room on the floors and couches, still sleeping peacefully. i've worn the same shirt for about three days now and i'm starting to run out of underwear but i can't be bothered to spend the money on laundry. i can justify this because i am a rock star.

tonight is our last night in halifax. after we play our show at gus's pub we're immediately piling into the band vans and driving overnight to montreal, where we are playing tomorrow. i'm not looking forward to the drive. not only am i reluctant to leave this beautiful city and the ocean, but the drive out to the east coast on our way was not pleasant. i can't really sleep in the van because it is against principles of physics to find a comfortable position that won't make your neck feel like it's been wrung through a dryer. so i kind of just sit awake all night feeling cranky and tired and claustrophobic about being in a tight enclosed space with too many other people (as great as they are, of course). soon i get so tired that my body makes an executive decision (without consulting me) and launches into a full REM cycle even while i'm still awake, so i start hallucinating. i sit and hope that nobody notices, and especially that the driver is not having the same problems of dreaming while awake.

but whatever. the montreal show is going to be great. we're playing at a venue totally close to Schwartz's and my stomach growls just thinking about it - screw the vegetarians in my band. just kidding.

last night after we played at Reflections, ryan and i made the foolish decision to run up the halifax citadel and have a pretty view of the city. it's a pretty huge hill and i was out of breath pretty fast but i pretended i was not a totally pathetic loser. like my europe trip i was hoping that this trip would enable me to lose weight but i don't think that's happening, especially with all the mandatory alcohol consumption that comes with touring. so far i've been drinking about a bottle of wine a day. i thought that was good for you but then i realized the doctors prescribe one glass a day. oh well. i've been getting to know Nova Scotia's local wineries pretty well, especially Jost. i'll just call my bad habits a cultural education in indigenous culinary arts.

not looking forward to ultimately going home to my pile of textbooks and real life. on the other hand, i have been missing korean food pretty bad. for now i'll just have to console myself by sitting on a halifax harbour and facing the atlantic ocean while reading about tax law.