Travelling with the Guitar

I've been called a groupie, a roadie, a coolie... but all I really am is wife to my guitar-playing husband who travels some. I get to tag along, to take me away from the monotony of obsessive house cleaning. Here, I log our adventures with food, airlines, hotels, food, organisers, fans, food, people, books I read. Did I say 'food' already? Well, someone's got to tell people what life's like on the road, right?

Monday, December 03, 2007

Off again
So, Rog and I (plus Sara) will be going to KL again tomorrow. This time, we're going to the First Malaysia Guitar Festival (Dec 3-6). We have miraculously finished packing even before midnight! Yay us! Feeling uncharacteristically relaxed now, I'm online, the baby's sleeping and Rog is practising. It's been a long time since he could practise his guitar at home.

Hmm.... do you think we've forgotten something? Why the calm?....

Now, I'm worried. Let's see... We've got two large bags, one backpack, one diaper bag, one bagful of Rog's guitar accessories, one guitar case and one Christmas tree.

Don't ask.

I really hope I can come along to the festival this time. I've had to stay behind for the last few gigs and I really miss seeing Roger on stage. And I miss tagging along. But Sara's not old enough to stay up past 10pm, I suppose. Maybe we'll pop into a workshop or two... maybe. If the kid doesn't get cranky...