I probably forgot to mention that Deadmau5 and Kat Von D was on my flight.
From LAX to MIA.
So immediately I thought,
"Why are they going to Miami".
Well my research showed me the fact that there is/was a two weekend festival.
Called Ultra Music Festival.
Oh my.
So my friend who has this smog machine company hooked me up with a ticket.
Of course I missed Faithless, Yeasayer, Fatboy Slim and all those others I wanted to see.
But I accidentally became friends with Crystal Castles.
Awesome people.
Their show was on friday.
I missed it.
There´s always next weekend.
Crazy nights.
Crazy people.
Crazy party.
I´m in Miami bitch.
He took so long to pick me up that I missed Yeasayer.
In the late hour.
And the darkness of my room.
I lay in a comfortable bed.
Not being able to sleep.
It´s 3:30am.
But my body is in 00:30am.
Friends came over to our L.A. house last night.
It was nice.
We sat in our little garden.
But my mind was somewhere else.
There is a situation bothering me.
And I can´t really get a grip of it.
But it is about a person.
That I know.
And I find very intriguing.
But let´s not get too personal here.
I flew with sadness today.
As i normally do when I leave Los Angeles.
There is always a force pulling me back.
Telling me to stick around.
To stay.
Move.
Take me forever.
But my airport karma was really good today.
I was on time.
Even though I drove there myself.
And even though I had my boyfriend Abuelo with me.
And I very and extremely rarely get starstruck BUT.
Alexander Skarsgård standing behind me in the coffee line.
Well you can say my knees got a bit weak.
For a moment I felt like I should´ve said:
-"Alexander look"
And showed him my knuckle tattoos: "KÄR-LEK".
Instead I took my coffee and walked away with a smile on my face.
Oh Eric.
So I landed.
Walked through the door.
Looked around.
Took a walk.
Went for a drive.
And came to the consensus that this feels good after 2,5 months.
So here I lay in clean and new sheets.
Hear the snores of my wondrous Abuelo.
And thinking about what tomorrow will bring.
I´ve missed home.
Miami, I am here.
(and so is spring break apparently too OMG YOLO LOL LMAO!!!!)
I´m never going to get sick of this song.
Keep coming back to it.
And back again.
And again.
And then I passed Hollywood forever cemetery many times.
And then I went there.
And I saw a chapel made into a recording studio.
And now I even love this song more.
Or home.
What is my home.
I am a gypsy.
Anyways I am in L.A.
The promised land.
My home?
Leaving Friday to really go home.
To Miami.
Haven´t been there in ages.
And apparently spring break is on over there.
Horrible.
I am staying in Los Angeles in this beautiful house.
I wanna live here.
Maybe soon.
My body is totally exhausted from the jet lag.
I slept until 2:30 pm.
And my flight experience was horrible.
Sat in the MIDDLE SEAT.
I always have isle.
My karma was just off yesterday.
Here we go.
I had 2 suitcases at the airport.
I couldn´t pay cash.
My card didn´t work.
I cried.
And the lady let me go.
I saved $270.
Then the system crashed when I was standing going through the customs.
And got stuck talking to the customs guy for about 20 minutes.
I am scared of them.
Try to be relaxed.
Then I got my car.
And we we´re going for dinner.
And I back up from the drive way of the house.
And back up into a Mercedes.
YES.
My white car was more damaged.
I left a note and it´s all covered so I´m good.
But felt so stupid.
So SO STUPID.
But the person was super nice.
Texted me this morning:
"I admire your honesty, I do appreciate it...
Again thank you for your kind heart, god bless"
GOD BLESS AMERICA.
Last show today.
In Hobart, Tasmania.
I was going to fly to L.A. tomorrow.
Last minute changes.
I am spending an additional day in Sydney.
And this change was made now at 2:30am.
About 12 hours before my original flight.
Then L.A. for a couple of days.
Well wake up call in 5 hours.
Night.
Yesterday was a day off.
The day before that Melbourne, The Forum.
One of the nicest venues I've ever seen.
Yesterday I slept late.
Had brekky.
Saw Dinosaur jr have soundcheck.
Went to the beach.
Saw my dear friend Jason.
Had dinner.
Went to a gay dance party.
All in all good day.
Now going to Golden Plains festival.
In Meredith.
Melbourne.
I have returned.
It feels like I'm back in my hoods.
In St:Kilda.
Back 5 years ago I lived in South Yarra.
Worked on Chapel Street.
It's so hot.
33 degrees.
I saw one of my best friends today.
Met him in Indonesia.
He lived in Finland.
Saw him in NYC.
And here I am, in his mother country.
Yesterday I went to bed at 5am.
There was an epic afterparty.
And epic dancing.
I wanted to dance for longer.
We were too late.
Bummed.
Saw a friend in Brissy.
I found out I broke his heart 5 years ago.
And I didn't even know.
Sydney and newcastle done.
In Byron Bay.
Love this place.
Met my dear friend.
Went to the beach.
Next up Brisbane.
Tomorrow.
1,5 days off did good.
Minus the horrible murder nightmares I had last night.
And the fire alarm that went on at 3am.
