Day 51 – At Sea

Immediately after waking up, I opened my door to find a most pleasant surprise: FRESH LAUNDRY! Words cannot describe quite how wonderful it feels to put on a fresh pair of boxers after sweating in the same pair for three straight days. By god it was beautiful.

Before my SeaTV production meeting, Tolan came over and we recorded Latin Chick. I put the camera on a stack of books. When I showed the finished product to my SeaTV team, they loved it. But instead of simply airing the video of us performing in the room, they suggested making a music video. I thought this was a great idea. We decided to film it the following day, just before we’d reach India. And instead of using a Latin girl, we decided to use a 53-year-old lifelong learner named Cheryll. I guess she’s pretty hot for her age.

After classes I did a bit of journaling, but succumbed to my irresistible urge to read Mandela’s autobiography. I’ve just become entirely absorbed in the man’s life. And there will be no stopping until I reach the end.

Now Tolan and I, along with some other performers like Derek and Jake, both of whom play guitar, were bummed that there was no coffee house between Vietnam and India. So we, along with our friend Krista, who has an astounding voice and will one day be famous, decided to host a low-key, impromptu coffee house. We simply went to a social area and started jamming. I, of course, was rocking out on my frog. It was a real fun evening. A small crowd gathered, and people started individually performing songs. Tolan and I decided to perform Latin Chick to the “test audience,” and everyone ate it up. I was stoked to film the video the following day.

Unfortunately, I had to leave the impromptu jam sesh because there was the drum circle club was meeting. As the club president, I gotta be there. We played outside again, which was cool, but regrettably limits participation. It’s a less social area, so fewer people wander in and join. Nevertheless, everyone who played had a great time. And it never fails to remind me of good ol’ San Francisco.