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“It would be awesome if you could…”

December 30, 2022 By Andrea Downey-Lauenburg

Two days till Sylvester. Or better: two nights.

I need to be well rested. Easier said than done, right? The trip from Rimatara, over Honolulu and LA to Palm Springs in three different aircrafts took ages. I did catch some sleep on the last legs, however, I’m not sure if it made sense. My circadian rhythm is well out of sync.

I received a mail with the program for the night. My stints are from 0900 to 1100 and from 0030 till 0300. (They really put it in military terms, just to make sure, I guess!) For those who didn’t serve: It’s 9pm till 11pm on Dec 31, and from 12.30am till 3am on Jan 1st. The party spot at midnight is for the best DJ they could hire. However, they expect me to dance in between my two gigs. (“It would be awesome if you could…”) Meaning best Tammy power between 9pm and 3am! I’m fucking 39, are they bloody serious?

My motto until Sylvester afternoon:

Please, don’t wake me
No, don’t shake me
Leave me where I am
I’m only sleeping