Damn. Anchorage Alaska…and all I want to do is curl up under the covers and watch netflix. People, it’s coold
I left Nashville in 85 degree weather, a flip flop day if I ever saw one, and landed in Anchorage at 5:20pm and it was a crisp 32 degrees. My initial thoughts were, not too bad, it felt good. But last night after our performance at the Alaska Airlines Center as we were leaving the venue, opening that door, the cold shot right through me and immediately chilled me to the bone. Our shuttle van was across the parking lot so we walked oh… 50-60 yards and honestly, I was shaking by the time I made it to the van. Something about going from extreme to extreme that my mind and body just weren’t prepaired for. I mean even here in Anchorage, it just didn’t go from 85 to 32 overnight, It was a gradual process. And so the people here aclamated… I just ain’t done that yet. So with the memories of The Bird House Bar and all the amazing things we did here during our last visit still vividly fresh in my mental rolodex, I’ll admire the beauty of the Alaskan frontier from the comforts of my 70 degree hotel room. Make my way up the the gym. Who knows, I might even get my sweat on in the steam room. Stayin warm until it’s time to turn up the heat tonight on stage.
I just gotta face it, my Addias hoodie and me just aren’t ready for the cold.