The security checkpoints at the airports have made travelling with an entourage like ours almost a joke; 8 carry-on bags, six pairs of shoes, four belts, four cell phones, four jackets, two purses and a laptop all have to be unlaced, unpacked, unhinged, unzipped, removed, opened, turned on, turned off, put back on, hinged, packaged, and laced - while 700 people stand behind us and try not to appear annoyed.
Regardless, we somehow managed to make through the airport with enough time to be able to sit down, read a magazine, and eat a snack.
After we landed in Oakland, we took a cab to my brother's house -
- and entered -
The Wedding Vortex
My brother was off picking up his fiance's parents (don't ask me), his daughters were in four different places (which is weird because he only has three daughters, so there was some time-continuum thing going on), his fiancee was actually levitated above the floor, and the dog was pissing on the entryway floor.
I found a happy mental place to go to and blacked out for three hours.
With my brother not back yet at 7:30 and his good friend Mark at the house to drive us to the bachelor party, we called to have him meet us at the restaurant.
This wasn't a bachelor party with skanky strippers and empty bottles of Icehouse rolling around the floor. Instead, we consumed wonderful bottles of wine in a swanky restaurant in Oakland with several of my brother's close friends.
After dinner and a very scary experience with the check where I didn't understand the tip was included and everybody was asking me what they owed and my brain ceased mathematical operations for a moment (not an uncommon phenomenon), we adjourned to a Tiki bar near the house. Every drink on the menu is a combination of eight different types of rum mixed with a masking blend of fruit juice, the end result being that one can no longer sense one's extremities.
After a little goofing on the guitar with Mark at my brother's house, I went to bed. It'd been a long day of travel, The Vortex, eating, drinking and jamming.
Another installment tomorrow.
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