3 posts tagged “silas clyde”

09 Hey Eugene

It tickles me the way music invokes memories so strongly. A simple melody can invoke a flood of memories, complete with emotions.

Today, when my iTunes shuffled to playing Pink Martini's "Hey Eugene" I couldn't help but stop working (yes, I'm working on a Saturday.), smile a pearly grin and sit back in my chair remembering the marvelous moments of Labor Day weekend aboard the raft up in the Delta -- The sun had just started setting, and we were setting up Club Silas Clyde; the silly name for the ad hoc disco we set up atop the roof of one of the boats in the raft up.

Pink Martini, the night's dinner music played on the speakers across all 10 boats. The Cuban rhythms were the perfect transition from the 100 degree day through dinner and into the night's activities. When the song switched to something slow, the people started to... well... revolt... they yelled "no", "something upbeat," "something we can dance to." I even heard a bit of whining somewhere in the crowd. It wasn't time to slow down; it was time to to play again.

When the crowd quieted a bit, Jeff yelled "Hey Eugene," and with a little effort from the DJ d'moment, Hey Eugene started to play. Jeff grabbed Steve's hand and the two started dancing, alone, on the rooftop lit by the sunset backdrop. It was surreal--something you would see in a movie and think to yourself "yes, but, that doesn't ever really happen in real life. we all just wish it would." The moment couldn't have been more perfect. People smiling and laughing while lovers danced in the sunset.

Sunset on Silas Clyde

I can't help but being distracted by the truly fabulous weekend on the delta in the potato.

Even when the toilet paper ran out on our boat, while anchored in the middle of the delta, the raft-companions came to the rescue. There was just nothing bad about the weekend.

Great sun. Great company. Enough time to play. Enough time to sleep. Just enough to leave me wanting more.

Thanks for the wonderful weekend guys!

The weekend started off with some sort of code language. I was told that we needed to pick up the speed boat so that we could pull the donut, while we rafted in the third bedroom of the potato. Right!

A whole new language to learn... or decode.

I spent a glorious weekend in the Delta on a friend's boat in the second bedroom (indented area of a waterway) in "the potato" (or Potato Slough, an area of the Delta. We were on the Silas Clyde, and we were fortunate to raft (tie many boats together into a single, large entity) with some incredibly nice, generous and fun people on the de nada, Private World and Mischa (all boat names).

Photos and tales to come.