Three Flights in 36 Hours! Let's do that!

After 3 flights in 36 hours (one on what should have been called Borat Air), I'm home! We landed around 2.30 on Saturday morning, exhausted, filthy, and just plain stressed out. I'm fairly sure that within those 36 hours, I went thought some sort of security checkpoint at least 12 times. Let me say, the Turks got this airport security thing down. To tell the truth, I never found it inconvenient or annoying like the TSA in the States, but instead, oddly comforting. They don't seem to be afraid to profile and have no interest in annoying people who are OBVIOUSLY harmless tourists armed with nothing more than excessive photos and a deadly amount of Turkish Delight packed away in their checked luggage.

I had every intention of updating the blog while away, but getting to a working computer with actual REAL internet service was much more difficult that I imagined, and when I DID find one, it was fairly cost prohibitive. About 4 dollars for 15 minutes. I just can't have that sort of thing, seeing as I needed all my spare lira for trinkets such as blue evil eyes, genuine fake watched and that sort of junk. I even toted home a bottle of Raki.

Turkey is an interesting country. For now, I'll leave it at that. I'm not saying we didn't have a good time, we most certainly did. But the unfamiliarity of the culture is way too complicated to even begin to explain right now. I have forty-eleven million pictures that I will upload to Shutterfly at some point, probably some today.

For now, I'm going to enjoy watching uncensored CNN, coffee with chicory, and real, genuine toilets.

Updates later.

I'm packing..

..well, finishing packing. I'm sort of frantic. I'll be okay.

Who's the world's biggest asshole..

..that would be me! In absence of a musical director, considering that I'm the mixing "sound designer"...that means that when things are askew with the orchestra/band, I'm the one giving the notes. It all was nothing but a hot mess for the past two nights. Seriously...you can't play the Danny Elfman "Simspsons" theme at the finish of the very defining ballad...really? Now I'm the bad guy since there was a "coming to jesus" moment at my behest..and everyone knew it was at the mixer's request...

sigh...I just don't need this shit as I am currently trying to teach someone else the show since I'll be leaving for Turkey after the Thursday night show...

Kisses,
H