Like death and taxes, a Without Tomorrow blog is legendary and lasts forever. The following words are the trials and tribulations from our recording adventure in Los Angeles, CA.
Sacramento International Airport is almost like metaphor. How they ever got the FAA to title this "port o' planes" international, is almost as mysterious as Bigfoot himself. Our journey starts here; in this quaint village we call "Sactown".
Cathedral like windows cascading into the sky; Yellow beams stretching out into the ceiling while corporate America is standing on each corner trying to sell you a $6.00 magazine. I never thought freedom could come at such a cheap and over-redundant price… but we all buy. We all sell.
"Please take off your shoes, belt and put all belongings in a bin…"
"Sir, you're going to have to take your laptop out of its case. Thanks."
"ID please."
"Jeremy huh? You're from Canada… please step out of line. We're going to need to search your bags."
All of us were excited about our journey… everyone except Wayne whose fear of flying would make him a perfect candidate for proper ridicule. More people die in car accidents everyday rather than plane flights… I don't see Wayne walking to work which would make perfect sense as to why he decided to drive to LA rather than fly. Logically a 6 hour drive is a lot better than flying next to some fat man coughing up Hepatitis-C. I guess statistics and 4 plane crashes over the past 50 years had made up his mind. As Wayne would say, "I don't like to put my life in someone else's hands." Good for you Wayne. Good for you.
Before we left on our "musical journey," Brandon had to leave his personal hygiene products at the Sactown Hanger. Apparently, they don't pay the employees enough, so they just collect other people's hygiene products. Resourceful Id say… it saves a trip to their local Wal-Mart where they're probably considered "frequent buyers." Here's a tip to the airport employees: Stop stealing people's hygiene products and go buy your own. You're lucky you have a blanket of protection from the Federal Government or I'd write off everything I left you on my taxes. I'm still wondering what's worse, people who steal my things at the airport… or homeless people on the corner of Watt and Folsom Blvd. Technically they both steal things. Homeless people vs. FAA Employees: score TIED.
Before walking on the plane… Jeremy's bags were searched ONE more time. Apparently a 6 foot tall white man needs his bags checked over and over again for compliance. Here, check my pants real quick. I think I left my pet snake in it.
"This is your captain speaking… Our flight is going to be delayed a little while longer due to the fact that fog has rolled in over the Airport. Sit tight. Our Flight attendants will be serving drinks and complimentary peanuts for your waiting enjoyment."
I guess we all should have listened to Wayne… 3 hours later we're in the air. Nothing says home better than sitting in a metal container for 3 hours listening to bad jokes and eating peanuts. Brandon got to sit next to Playboy Playmate. She said something about "the mile high club"… Brandon replied with, "Ive never been to Colorado."
The plane finally touched down in the City of Angels…our home for the next 2 weeks.
To Be Continued.... the next few blogs will contain special appearances from Snoop Dogg, Red Man, Ashton Kutcher, Track Fighter, Naked girl riding Bull, Hospital visits and much more!