Dude, where’s my Saturday
Good Morning…
Chopper and I stopped by this place on the way to pick the guys up to go to LAX. It is in Long Beach and none of them knew about it. It was right near the Long Beach airport and really feels like the diner down by Boeing field in Seattle.
I bought all kinds of fun snacks for the 20 hours of flying. I tried to think of the stupid thing to bring on a plane, and Deviled Eggs were what I came up with. They didn’t make it to the plane. All the jostling around kind of ruined them.
This is not what you want to see when you are sitting down for a 14 hour flight from Los Angeles to Sydney. NO ENTERTAINMENT for a 14 hour flight. This is going to SUCK.
Sunset on Sunday. That’s right, I left on Friday night, and the next time I saw the sun it was Sunday. Saturday never happened.
Land ho.
We almost missed our flight to Perth because the line to check-in was so long. We made it, but our guitars did not.
Renee, our Australian tour manager met us in Syndey .
And arranged LUXURY transportation for us.
The driver was bumping feel good oldies.
It was a nice 45 minute drive to the hotel along the western coast of Australia.
Look at the view out my hotel room window. Actually it is off my wrap around balcony.
The view on the walk to the store, as we crossed the Swan River.
Not sure who Sam is. I guess he likes lamb.
I don’t mind lamb, but I love me some shrimp. This is what I ate for dinner.
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