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So, are you really Badger's cousin?
Jan. 30th, 2007 05:37 pmEver have moments where you'll be doing something and flashback to some event from a long time ago and think "I can't believe that happened?"
So here I am sifting through all the Flogging Molly songs one of the pilots was kind enough to give me and *bam* getting hit with the memory of watching Flogging Molly off the side stage at the Nokia Center, happily ensconsed with quite possibly the best seat in the house (with the sound guy) and having the band manager ask me if I was *really* Badger's cousin (Badger is their stage guy who maintains the instruments and yes, I really am his cousin).
Thousands of miles and a year away and a memory still has the ability to sweep you under sometimes. Funny how that works out.
It could also be because I'm about 28 hours into my layover in Kuwait and bored as bored can be. It's absolutely disgusting here. When we landed I thought it was just foggy, turns out it wasn't fog: it's dust. Extremely fine dust in the air. I didn't realize this until we tromped through Kuwait International Airport and I couldn't help but think that I had never seen fog in a building before. We went out today in search of Pashmina's, bootleg DVD's and Indian food and I can still feel the dust in my eyes hours later, it's just gritty and disgusting and I yearn for eye drops. On the up side, it's made my brother happy that someone is sharing his pain (he of the pulling guard duty in a sandstorm and watching a shepherd with his flock in the middle of it). Good times.
I miss Scotland.
So here I am sifting through all the Flogging Molly songs one of the pilots was kind enough to give me and *bam* getting hit with the memory of watching Flogging Molly off the side stage at the Nokia Center, happily ensconsed with quite possibly the best seat in the house (with the sound guy) and having the band manager ask me if I was *really* Badger's cousin (Badger is their stage guy who maintains the instruments and yes, I really am his cousin).
Thousands of miles and a year away and a memory still has the ability to sweep you under sometimes. Funny how that works out.
It could also be because I'm about 28 hours into my layover in Kuwait and bored as bored can be. It's absolutely disgusting here. When we landed I thought it was just foggy, turns out it wasn't fog: it's dust. Extremely fine dust in the air. I didn't realize this until we tromped through Kuwait International Airport and I couldn't help but think that I had never seen fog in a building before. We went out today in search of Pashmina's, bootleg DVD's and Indian food and I can still feel the dust in my eyes hours later, it's just gritty and disgusting and I yearn for eye drops. On the up side, it's made my brother happy that someone is sharing his pain (he of the pulling guard duty in a sandstorm and watching a shepherd with his flock in the middle of it). Good times.
I miss Scotland.
