I realize I am new somewhat here and could be torn to shreds.
But it was really fun hanging with the nutters.
We kayaked, we drank in a way too expensive bar overlooking the Pacific (if you leaned the right way), and we met at Jose's and at Rapongi's by the firepit. We saw Stewart at Rapongis as well as at the place where the movie was held and the night after, the concert was some of the best sound I have ever heard. It was amazing. And it was like Cacoon. All the old people that hold lifetime memberships to the La Jolla Music Society started moving, tapping, and gave him a standing ovation at the end. With all of us young folk. FANTASTIC in caps. I kept the eastcoast section, The Police Contingent (small gasp), we have all been friends for a few years now and now got to play on the west coast.
A small story while I am here of what happened:
I was at the screening the night before. Hans was late. I was cursing him, thinking I might miss the movie I have already seen many times. He found a place to park and came running up. I loved him. We entered the lobby and it was all deserted. Nobody but us in there. I looked over by the T shirts. A tall grey haired man looked over at us. It was him! I beamed like a kindergartener school child to look at him directly, he saw me light up and beamed back a sweet smile, us all alone. Holy Mother Of God! Then I tripped over my sandal trying to get away from the brightness, and Hans joined me.
We disappeared into the theatre, and Stewart behind us, he was 5 seats away when the lights came up for the Q and A.
Dive and Conroy, write me... this site is way too vast.
musie