February 6, 2013

Heeeeey, Joey, (well it’s better than Dear Diary…I’m still working on it…)

Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow I board a private jet (yeah I just typed that) and fly to some city in Connecticut. Tomorrow I begin a journey with no definite end in sight. Tomorrow it starts to become real that I am a kazillionaire. Holy shit. Tomorrow me, Daisy and Sammy will head for Mohegan Sun Casino and check in to a ridiculously expensive suite, and shop and gamble and drink. And then Friday we will try to schmooze our way into the Walmart show and then Saturday BAM, it begins.

To say I’m excited is probably as big of an understatement as ‘I’ve got money to spare.’ I can’t even put it into words. And I’m not going to try. Just know that it’s THAT damn exciting. I am all packed for two weeks until I get back home. It only took three suitcases. My name is Alina Sabbatini, and I’m a chronic overpacker. I’m hoping that when I come home I can get it down to one, well one-ish. Daisy also has her own bag, I’m pretty sure it’s smaller than Sammy’s, maybe. Ugh, I definitely need an overpackers anonymous.

Let me update you on our checklist. The following can be checked off (or at least start to)

Mission 8: Ride on a private jet.

Mission 9: Stay at the band hotel…in every city.

Mission 15: Try to catch concerts of other artists/bands on off days.

Mission 16: Find local charities worth donating to.

Mission 18: Remain anonymous…

Mission 21: Adopt a new look.

Mission 8: Booked and confirmed. For TOMORROW.

Mission 9: Mohegan won’t know what hit it.

Mission 15: Already started booking!!  Lady Gaga is scheduled for Montreal and Maroon 5 is scheduled for Toronto. This one is looking to be harder than I thought.

Mission 16: JBJ Soul Foundation/Soul Kitchen has a nice donation…more charities to come.

Mission 18: No one knows, WOO HOO me!!

Mission 21: Long brown curls are gone…shorter (shoulder length) red, Keratin straightened hair in. I also went shopping to update my wardrobe. Nearly gave Sammy a heart attack because she thought I was a burglar. Whoops.

Next time you hear from me I will be at least one show in!!

Lights Out! (I think that’s much catchier than whatever crap I used last time. That and it’s true because when I close you the lights are indeed out. Dear lord am I corny…)