Halfway there

One last idle hour of nothing to do, so I write to you. Ha! Maybe that’s a new song idea…we shall see. Life at 24 miles an hour might be another as well for you see that is about the speed we travel on an average depending on weather conditions like wind and wave and whether or not we are going to be late to dock. But I digress; you see when I get on the next boat the more illustrious “Gabriella” which is the princess to my “Amorella” on which I have been sailing I will have all day to explore the city of port. Like tonight for example we have a hotel in Stockholm so that we can meet up with sister’s ship tomorrow afternoon.
Last night James and I played one of the most epic sets of music this boat has ever heard we had them wrapped around our little fingers of flying fusion. I got off stage and like I do most nights I tried my luck on the blackjack table, which I was rewarded for triply so I have now made back most of the money I spent on keeping occupied. There has been a melody game we have been playing on stage where I try and work the opening riff of dueling banjos into the solo of every song I have so far worked into such varying titles as Leaving on a Jet Plane, Hotel California, Wish you Were Here and believe it or not Under the Boardwalk no one has caught on as of yet. Got off the boat in Stockholm last night and played soccer in the park with a couple of the guys from the crew, man I am out of shape, although I did surprise myself as to my soccer skills that I learned way back in kindergarten on memorial field in Berkeley Heights. I can still remember playing goalie and being damn good at it for the simple fact that I was bigger than everyone and could jump from one orange cone “goalpost” to the other and stop shots ha. I like reliving childhood in my head from time to time historical daydreaming is what I like to refer to it as.
Thanks for all the comments I will be blogging much more regularly in the coming days, I miss you all and can’t wait to see some of you (haha just kidding). To those on the west coast I am on the way soon, to those down the shore I am amped for daily Anchorage exposure when it’s warm, and to my dear sisters thanks for the historical daydreaming.

Davey