That afternoon I was scheduled to share the stage at Art 6 with my friend from Houston, Henry, who goes by the stage name Without A Face. When we arrived at the door, we were disappointed to find a sign that read "We will not be opening until 4pm today. Sorry for the inconvenience." And nobody was there.
Considering that our show was supposed to begin at 2pm and I actually had planned to leave Denton by 4pm it was clear that this show was just not going to happen. My good friend from Orlando, Libby, who now lives in Waco about an hour and a half from Denton had planned to come see me and was already close by. We directed her instead to Elise's house, whose hospitality we would enjoy until 4pm. Libby and I departed punctually as I was hoping to be in Dallas by 5pm for a kickball game that had been planned by couch surfers especially for me!
As we walked onto the field I met Anne, who I would be staying with that night. I also saw familiar faces from dinner at Barcadia on Wednesday night (see: Everything is bigger...) We applied sunscreen, drank our beers, and the game began. We played for several hours late in the day which was now an hour longer, thanks to the daylight savings shift. Once we had got our fill of kickball, we transitioned to touch football. Good times were had by all. We then drove to a nearby restaurant and bar where we shared dinner and drinks together.
Anne and I headed back to her place, where we talked for a long while and enjoyed each others' company. I even played a few of my songs for her (a private show! Can't beat that...), to which she gave a very favorable response =)
My flight was to depart the following afternoon from DFW at 1p. We ended up waking and leaving her house a little later than planned. I shrugged it off, knowing that I had scheduled some cushion in there. Apparently, the cushion was not quite enough. I narrowly missed my train and the next one was not to arrive for another hour and a half. By the time I finally arrived at the airport, it was already 1:30p - half an hour since the flight had departed without me. I could have opted to fly standby, but the ticket agent advised against it, saying that standbys were not making it on the flights which were all completely full and that if I transferred in Houston (as my original itinerary would have), then I'd double my difficulties. I decided to wait for a flight that I could be confirmed on, one that would fly direct to Newark, departing at 6:35 in the morning!
I took the trains and buses back to Anne's neighborhood, where she picked me up at the train station and brought be back to her place. She left for about an hour while I stayed to eat and start typing about my epic journey (and epic fail with the whole flight situation). During this time I also connected with yet another couch surfer, Amanda, who offering to drive me to the airport at 4 o'clock in the morning! After Anne returned we talked some more, mostly about music, until I realized that it was getting late (it was only 8p, but I wanted a chance to meet and hang with Amanda too and we did have to wake up at 4-something in the morning!)
So Anne dropped me off at Amanda's apartment complex, where Amanda and I stayed up till around 11p talking about anything and everything over cheese sandwiches, grapes and some kind of Mexican root vegetable. By 11am the following morning I was in Newark Airport, embarking the AirTrain for New York's Penn Station.