Glasgow

12/12/10

We drive North to Glasgow and understand less and less of what people say to us at rest stops along the way. The sky darkens and birds fly south. We get stuck in traffic and almost die of boredom. I drink the Wodka from Hamburg straight from the bottle and earn the nickname "Old Iron Balls" which I quite like. We are playing at Nice and Sleazy, where I remember going with Andrea 10 years ago when we were in Glasgow. Strange. It takes us forever to get there and the energy is kind of off the whole night. The promoter thinks I am the merch girl which is totally annoying but his jolly nature and incredibly thick Scottish accent kind of make up for it. I talk to a guy after the show who offers to buy me a drink but is confused when I ask for a Scotch and tells me that this bar has great White Russians. He wants us to come to some 80's dance party after the gig but we decline and head for the Etap instead. We want to go see Harry Potter in the theater next door but it is too late. There are drunk girls in tiny dresses and cheap platform shoes and too much makeup tottering around this Etap and we have to switch out of the first room we get because it smells like vomit. There are stains on the wall of the next room and when I pull the covers back on the bed I freak out because THERE IS A PLASTIC SHEET ON THIS BED!!! Turns out I just pulled too many sheets back but it still seems totally creepy. We fall asleep trying to get Kate to appreciate Zoolander on Frankie's laptop and I have strange dreams.