I think after 2 years in Cleveland my former California body clock has reset itself permanently to Eastern Standard Time. After a mad rush from SFO to Petaluma, sweaty 98 degree weather for set up, and a late night with Nicol, Lori Ann, and some really good Sonoma wine...I found myself wide awake at 4am staring at the hotel ceiling. I went down to the deserted kitchen and had 3 cups of coffee and did all the dishes the guests had left in the sink.
I arrived at the show site 2 hours early and feeling like one of my zombies.
And Dani Nelson was a bundle of fun as usual. After dark we were all treated to a walk through haunted house, called DeMille Manor, that got us in a Halloween mood.
Dani, Brandi, and Wendy looking like Smurfettes under the blacklight.
After another late night I spent the day in airports and was practically strip searched at security. They couldn't understand why I didn't want to put the envelope of cash and checks (that I had worked all year to earn) on the conveyor belt for screening, so therefore I must have been a terrorist. I'm told there was a time when air travel was considered glamorous...we have strayed far from those long lost days.
Now, a little rest this week seems in order since I have Ghoultide Gathering this coming weekend.