Friday, May 19, 2006

The Power Duo Leaves for Nashville

Julie Slick, Eric Slick, and their dad...riding something probably more dangerous/scary than an airplane last summer

So. It's 7:30 a.m. and I've already been home from the airport for an hour, having dropped Julie and Eric off at 5:00 a.m. for their trip to Nashville.

Before I go on with this story, answer me one question. When does it ever thunderstorm early in the morning? Arghh...I thought it only thundered and lightning'ed at night. Right now it's a monsoon out there with the aforesaid crashing thunder and all I can think of is that the two people most important to me in the world are bouncing around in a plane at the moment.

Okay. Deep breath. Relax, Rob. It's going to be fine.

But yeah, this is the first time the two of them have flown alone together without me and I had to fight off a major panic attack when I left them off at "ticketed passengers only". I don't even remember the ride back seemed like the minute I left the airport, the thunder started and I went into full lunatic mode.

So bear with me here. I'm blog posting to stay sane.

Right now I should have been in Daytona Beach, Florida at the RT Convention hawking my new book but other stuff prevented me from attending. What a crazy, surreal week this has been.

And assuming everything goes as planned, in six hours Julie and Eric will be at the Nashville home of a legendary guitarist who has played with everyone from Tori Amos (ha ha -- another Neil Gaiman coincidence) to the Talking Heads in preparation for a U.S./Europe Power Trio Tour. (See, I'm not going to give you the name of the bands with which said legendary rock guitarist is most famous for being associated...I'm throwing a curve because I'm superstitious and until I hear the rehearsals are going wonderfully and everyone is thrilled I have to keep my usually loose lips zipped)

Oh my god, it's thundering even worse now. I know. I should go have some cake. Ha. I was so nerved out when I left Julie and Eric at the airport I actually bought four pastries at this really sick bakery, even though I'm the only one home. Apparently this means I intend to eat all four croissants/scones myself. Right. Into the kitchen I go.

Stay tuned. As soon as I hear anything from Camp Nashville, I will be back with a report.