There’s this amazing thing that happens when you travel almost every day, you lose every sense of time and place. Is it Monday? Or Wednesday? Where were we yesterday? What did I eat for lunch today? It all just seems to blur together and it often feels like we are in an episode of the Twilight Zone.
There’s also a whole side of touring that often gets forgotten; i.e. what the tour looks like on paper, and what we actually face on the ground and what it feels like. We had a ridiculously long travel day a few days ago, enough happened in 24 hours that it felt like a full week jammed into one day and we all lost sense of when the day began or ended. We started that day by checking out of one hotel at 7am, heading to a theater for back to back school shows–which also produced a sense of deja vu in and of itself, we quickly packed the suitcases of costumes, then we had a long drive to get to a flight, a short layover, another flight, another drive, a pit stop for dinner, and finally we checked into our hotel at half past midnight. It was exhausting, and as one person put it as we waited in line to get the rental cars before our last chunk of the journey, we were all so tired and exhausted if we had to do a performance that night we would’ve just said okay and done it because at that point we were beyond exhaustion and had no more brain-power except to be herded along to wherever we were supposed to be next. And of course that was the day that no one at the airlines or the rental car places seemed to know what they were doing.
Basically what I’m trying to say is that a lot of the work of being on tour is the traveling. Although it’s expected that we will be busy–we are here to work and dance as much as possible.
And then there’s the whole time warp thing even when the schedule isn’t jam-packed. We walk into a different theater almost every day, and sometimes I don’t even remember walking in by the time we leave the theater that night. All the large, heavy metal doors above the loading docks of all the theaters start to look the same. And the restaurants we eat at–usually the likes of Ruby Tuesdays or Applebee’s are literally all the same on the inside and out. It’s kind of a funny thing, losing all sense of time and place. Right now I can’t imagine having a job where you know what day of the week it is or have the same schedule every day–that’s so far from the day to day existence on tour. And I enjoy that existence–each day is a new version of the adventure. 😛