High Tide Alarm Clock

Last weekend started out pretty quiet. I was working with Julian in the studio until about 10 pm on Friday, so we decided to stay in and save up for Saturday. Then I got a call from Diego.

An hour later I was being dropped off at a bus station where my friends were waiting to head out to a house party in Puerto Colombia, a beach town outside of the city. We packed into the back of a cab (four guys, a guitar, a bass, and a box drum) and headed out there. The party was at a really big/old house about 100 yards from the beach. The dance floor inside the house was the closest to a rave party I’ve even been to. The music was up-tempo and everyone was moving. In the spirit of living in the moment I turned off my phone and never asked for the time. That’s one thing I realize we put more importance to than most people here. We always want to know whats next, have a plan, and stick to it. So I’m not exactly sure when we set up and played a set, but we did. Later in the night the party moved onto the beach, where everyone circled around us and we played until one by one everyone left. We continued to play until the sun broke over the horizon, and then laid back and went to sleep on the sand.

I woke up the next morning when the tide came up and hit me in the face. I sat up and looked around for my friends. Diego was close by, hugging his bass with his head in the sand. Albert was curled up in a ball on the porch of a beach front store. My guess is the water hit him earlier than it did me and he made his way to safer grounds. But it took me a while to find Jean. I finally found him passed out on top of a table. We all got up, walked to the road, and caught a ride back into town. Here is the only picture I took all night: