oh happy day

Getting delayed last Friday by American Airlines, became the gift that kept on giving

And not the ‘good’ kind of gift

Like chocolate, or a blow-job

More like indigestion, or herpes

The delay set off a chain of events that meant I have been without my luggage for 5 days

It’s been traveling one day behind me, playing catch up, since I’ve been in Australia

I did the first show of the tour in the clothes I’d been traveling in (that had been been washed….but still…ewww!)No big deal really, but it did feel hell-wrong to be onstage in flat shoes with no sequins in sight. My inner drag queen felt terribly nekkid.

Luckily my guitar was already here. I’ve had that go walkabout too many times now to trust the airlines with it take chances.

Qantas were telling me daily that my luggage would arrive that day, so I didn’t want to go and buy new stuff, if my stuff was going to show up.

That would mean more crap to lug around when I already had 2 missing cases of crap that I brought with me. (I am officially the world’s best/worst over-packer)

But every day, my cases didn’t turn up. And every day, I re-washed my same clothes and berated my a fucktard self, for not going out and getting new stuff.

But I don’t want to make this a rant-y, fuck Qantas post

Because really, they were just trying to rectify American Airline’s initial fuck up

Anyhoo, today is a good, good day

I’ve been reunited and it feels so good
I’ve gone from having no clothes to an abundance
So there’ll possibly be several outfit changes today
Just because I fucking can
Maybe I’ll just wear all my shit at once
Just because I fucking can

Me very happy.