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Roadburn 2018 Trip Pt. 1: Departure, Terminal A, Gate 14, Boston

the airplane

04.17.18 – 4:54PM Eastern – Tuesday evening – Boston Logan Airport, Terminal A

The Patient Mrs. heartily recommended an airport egg salad sandwich. I think she’s out of her mind. So it goes.

They were boarding an earlier flight to Amsterdam when I walked up to the gate, and I thought maybe if I asked nicely enough they’d let me change — anything to avoid a middle seat — but no dice. They were polite enough at the info counter but I was shot down more or less immediately all the same. Blamo. Full flight departs in about two hours, gets in early morning CET. I expect it will be a much less pleasant kind of red eye than the one (or three) I made this morning when I poured espresso in my coffee. No worries. I’m hearty.

A little too hearty for the middle seat, these days.

I don’t eat plane food as a general rule. I was on an Air India flight once, and that was okay, but beyond that I generally think of it as microwaved poison. I brought ana apple, an orange and some protein bars. They’re trying to kill you, the airlines. Fortunately I was born with a special brain and can see through all the friendly smiles in the safety videos. Did I mention I’m flying Delta? This is going to be amazing.

I’m actually not being sarcastic about that last part. This is going to be amazing. 2018 will mark my 10th year attending the Roadburn Festival in Tilburg, the Netherlands. I’ve been fortunate enough in my time to come to know the city the pecanreasonably well — at very least the area by the venue and train station and record shops, etc. — and I’ve never managed to feel so at home that at a place that wasn’t actually my home.

This year will be different from last year or any other year before, since in addition to leaving The Patient Mrs. behind I’m also leaving The Pecan behind. He turns six months old in about a week. I’ll be back in time for that, but he’s proto-crawling at this point and I expect he’ll be on the move at least in some capacity by the time I return. I got video of him the other day rolling over back to front for the first time. Dad stuff.

A bunch of people waiting for the flight in Boston Marathon jackets. That’s a thing that apparently happened this week. I’d be as likely to run to the Netherlands as I’d be to make it 26 miles, so yeah. Way to get a bright orange windbreaker.

I’m excited to see what the next few days bring. Each Roadburn is a different experience seeing it, being there writing about it, the whole thing. I don’t know yet what Roadburn 2018 will be like, and I’ve got a while to go before I get there and actually find out, but it gives me something to look forward to while I’m in that middle seat inevitably taking up more room than I want to be.

Thanks in advance for reading this year’s Roadburn coverage if you do. Off I go.

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5 Responses to “Roadburn 2018 Trip Pt. 1: Departure, Terminal A, Gate 14, Boston”

  1. NamelessLungsman says:

    I’m heading out to the airport for my seventh Roadburn.

    Looking forward to reading your daily updates in the morning along with a hefty hotel breakfast. It’s a vital part of my morning routine to manage five days of madness.

  2. Obvious & Odious says:

    Airport egg salad?

    Unconscionable

  3. Rick says:

    Great pic of the offspring. Made even a grump like me smile.

  4. Morten says:

    I always get that warm fuzzy feeling whenever someone quotes that particular part of Slaughterhouse 5.

    At least it brought a smile to my face while torturing myself reading about Roadburn and feeling sorry for myself… so it goes :-)

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