Journal: September 17, 2002
September 17, 2002
Five days into our tour and I already have a rash. It's not a terrible rash, and as vain as it may sound, only on parts of my body that rarely are seen by the naked stranger's eye. I predict that this rash is not contagious, but to be on the safe side, no more sharing bath water with the band. How did I get a rash, was the question I found myself asking as I scratched away the top layer of my skin last night in bed. I would have to assume responsibilty for this rash would fall soley on an unamed hotel chain's shoulders. Worst case scenario is that I have contracted some sort of parasite in New Brunswick, Canada. Either way, I might just have to hit a clinic before we cross the border into the U.S on Friday. Today we drove into Moncton early enough for a swim in the hotel's outdoor pool.
However, once in my bathing suit, I realized the serverity of my rash, and thought it best to read in the sun instead. Again, as vain as it may seem, I'm certainly glad that it didn't spread to my face! One other honourable mention: the team effort that has gone into packing our van each morning. It really is quite incredible to see five duffel bags, two large hockey bags full of merchandise, two acoustic guitars, one electric guitar and good sized amp, a bass, cymbal bag, snare drum, pedal board, camera bag and tri-pod, Nick our tour manager's two large hard-shelled briefcases, as well as everyone's LARGE carry on's fit snuggly inside a family mini-van. As we all joyfully climb in, to have ourselves neatly entombed with remaining articles stacked against the windows, there is a sense of comradery between us. Surely these moments of struggle in the van will bring us that much closer together on stage.
-Sara