We arrived at Heathrow early in the morning yesterday. After claiming our bags and getting through customs and immigration we were picked up by our bus. I immediately crawled into my bunk and fell asleep. I was still running on momentum, but I knew jet lag would soon be catching up with me. We were only hours away from our set time and I wanted to have some energy for the show.
We were supposed to have arrived in London the day before, which would have given us a full nights rest before the show. We were also supposed to get tattoo'd on London Ink that day after checking into our hotel. Our flight from Tampa on the 4th was cancelled due to weather in D.C., which is were our connection was. Our flight was rescheduled for the next day, the 5th. We interpreted the cancellation as a sign from god that our planned matching tattoo's of a shovel with a banner reading "Dig Deep" was a bad idea.
It was impressive walking into Wembley, with a capacity of well over 70,000 people it is by far the largest venue we have ever played. Even though we were just the opening band it felt like a real accomplishment to play there. Our set time was 5:30PM, it was over before I had time to break a sweat. With few exceptions the crowd had absolutely no idea who we were, nor did they care. We played our 10 songs, I thanked the crowd and the Foo Fighters for having us and then we were out.
Backstage, after the show I accidently bumped my shoulder into Brian May's as I was walking into the after party. Woah.