To blog or not to blog

It is 5am in Mexico City and I am wide awake. Was U2's "Wide Awake in America" about jet lag too? I haven't been writing this blog for ages. Mainly because I've been too lazy. I won't promise the return of the blog now either but since I've got nothing else to do right now...

Anyway. We're in Mexico City. Today we're supposed to start the North American "Manala" tour at Circo Volador, the venue we've played already twice in the past. Nice place and usually a lot of people there too. This is sort of a pre-tour show though, since the rest of the touring bands will join us in a couple of days in New York. Actually it will be in Jamaica, NY. Whatever.

We left Tampere at 3:30am, had a flight from Helsinki-Vantaa to Heathrow at 8:00. Arrived a bit after 9 local time. Since the connection was at 14 we had plenty of time which Cane, Masa and myself spent drinking ice cold Magner's cider at the local boozer. We were a bit drunk when boarding the plane. On the plane we had a bit of vodka left and as soon as the service started we got ourselves a few gin&tonics, had the meal and fell asleep. I remember seeing the screen saying "Flight time to destination: 9:15". Next time I saw that it said 3:00. And the second I woke up we were pretty much preparing for landing. Mission accomplished.

To accomplish something is however not the phrase I would use for British Airways. The wankers left all our gear in Heathrow. Before we took off a flight attendant even came to ask to see my luggage tags to check if someone seriously had 7 pieces of luggage. I said to the guy "So there is a chance that our luggage will actually arrive to Mexico City today?" to which he sarcastically replied "Yes, there is a small chance." Nice. Little did we know.

Since 1 of the 7 pieces arrived, that being my standard suitcase, I assume that British Airways deliberately left all the flight cases in London. Six that were on me, and the two on Juho and Tuomas. And we even had to pay extra for the "service". The current information we have says that they will arrive today on an Iberia flight about 3h before the doors of Circo Volador open. We'll see. I am not counting on it. After all, it is Iberia.

And to add to the insult, while our row of Masa, Cane and myself was loudly snoring, someone had been smoking in the lavatory and the asswipe of a flight attendant comes to shout at the other three that "Smoking in the lavatories is a crime!" Shouting that to two guys who do not even smoke and one with fucking snus in his mouth to ease the pain of a smoker on a long flight. What a fucking cunt that guy was. Seriously. Should be fired, but then again maybe he is exactly a person British Airways like to have on their payroll.

Anyway, we're in Mexico city and still hoping to be able to play a show tonight.