There’s booze everywhere
Jazz everywhere
life everywhere
Joy everywhere..
But nothin’ stays…
~ Chicago
And just like that…playtime’s over.
The speed at which the ship can reset absolutely amazes me. Last night ,right up until probably 2 in the morning, there were still massive sound stages set up in every venue on the ship, including a huge festival stage on the back deck. The back deck pools were covered over to become dancefloors and table areas, and there were crates of high-end gear everywhere. The ship had sprouted at least three super-high end sound boards that put our normal ones to shame.
There were people everywhere, wandering around in costume every night of the week, hanging out with strangers who became friends, eating breakfast at 2:30pm, and ice cream at 1 in the morning…and music everywhere and everyone on board had just the one goal: to listen to the music and have fun.
And us? Well, we were just hanging out, enjoying the atmosphere…focused on nothing more than making sure that we washed the cat-whiskers off after Halloween and making sure that we showed up on time for our volunteer shifts.
This morning? You would never know any of that had even existed. There is not a sign, not a breath of it anywhere.
Back we go to the structure, to the house rules and to the day to day. My workshop key is once again clipped onto my key ring, and the guests I pass in the hallway on the way too and from my cabin are just…not the same vibe.
Obviously the guests from the charter will never read the blog, but I wish I could have given all of them a message: I wish I could have told them to give everyone else lessons on how to just…live.
back to life, back to reality