08-23-2017, 12:36 PM
Sunday night was short. I got in by 6AM because Saturday nite proved to be one more Saturday nite at RotR. I can't really remember what happened, but we kept busy all night (I could refer to our report but it wasn't that significant). I was awakened at 7:30. So only an hour and a half of downtime for the last day.
Sunday is really a blur. I remember it being pleasant on the whole and I have a note that says 'tighter than a cop's lips' in my notebook, but that's it.
The closing act on Sunday was the only act I really wanted to see - Two of the I-Threes (Marley's heavenly back up singers) Judy Mowatt and Marcia Griffiths, backed by Sly and Robbie, with Cherine Anderson filling in for Rita Marley. Honestly, that's the only reason I stayed through Sunday as I usually escape early (Sunday night clean up sucks). Just prior to their performance, we got a call for an advocate. That's a code word for sexual assault. We all jumped, but as fate would have it (and thank JAH) there wasn't enough room on the vehicles for me to ride in. My second in command this year, Sarah, took lead for psych on it, and she's very talented, a better choice than me given the circumstances. So, astonishingly, I was free. I worked my way up to the viewing stands on stage right and found one of the Doc's family there along with the JM check-in lead. We enjoyed the entire set together. It was a blessing. I was a huge fan of Judy for many years. I've seen all three permutations of the I-twos over the years, but never the I-threes. I almost went to JA once to see them, but I couldn't secure a ticket. It was delightful to see Judy again, to hear that powerful voice still in fine form, to see her with Marcia, and with that rhythm & bass. So IRIE.
Wendy, my baby driver, was bent on leaving ASAP the next morning and I was totally with her on that. We staged her Prius for quick exit and loaded up what we could. Not sure when we got to bed, not too late, and I was still one of the last before leaving the scheduled hospital crew on their own because I knew I didn't have to drive. We were super efficient on the exodus and enjoyed a lovely breakfast, complete with bloody marys, miles away. I was home by early afternoon.
After last year, I had a break with Reggae. Losing Jingles put a damper on the sound for me and since then, it all sounds kind of flat. I was really looking for inspiration this year, and while I didn't have any epiphanies, I did enjoy myself and the adventure that is JAH Med. Overall, it went well, better than to be expected actually. I'm encouraged by the next generation of JAH Med leaders and hopeful that the org will survive for a few more years. And I'm not ready to retire, not quite yet, but I'm grooming my replacement with Sarah and she's really rising to the occasion.
So 2018...until that time.
Sunday is really a blur. I remember it being pleasant on the whole and I have a note that says 'tighter than a cop's lips' in my notebook, but that's it.
The closing act on Sunday was the only act I really wanted to see - Two of the I-Threes (Marley's heavenly back up singers) Judy Mowatt and Marcia Griffiths, backed by Sly and Robbie, with Cherine Anderson filling in for Rita Marley. Honestly, that's the only reason I stayed through Sunday as I usually escape early (Sunday night clean up sucks). Just prior to their performance, we got a call for an advocate. That's a code word for sexual assault. We all jumped, but as fate would have it (and thank JAH) there wasn't enough room on the vehicles for me to ride in. My second in command this year, Sarah, took lead for psych on it, and she's very talented, a better choice than me given the circumstances. So, astonishingly, I was free. I worked my way up to the viewing stands on stage right and found one of the Doc's family there along with the JM check-in lead. We enjoyed the entire set together. It was a blessing. I was a huge fan of Judy for many years. I've seen all three permutations of the I-twos over the years, but never the I-threes. I almost went to JA once to see them, but I couldn't secure a ticket. It was delightful to see Judy again, to hear that powerful voice still in fine form, to see her with Marcia, and with that rhythm & bass. So IRIE.
Wendy, my baby driver, was bent on leaving ASAP the next morning and I was totally with her on that. We staged her Prius for quick exit and loaded up what we could. Not sure when we got to bed, not too late, and I was still one of the last before leaving the scheduled hospital crew on their own because I knew I didn't have to drive. We were super efficient on the exodus and enjoyed a lovely breakfast, complete with bloody marys, miles away. I was home by early afternoon.
After last year, I had a break with Reggae. Losing Jingles put a damper on the sound for me and since then, it all sounds kind of flat. I was really looking for inspiration this year, and while I didn't have any epiphanies, I did enjoy myself and the adventure that is JAH Med. Overall, it went well, better than to be expected actually. I'm encouraged by the next generation of JAH Med leaders and hopeful that the org will survive for a few more years. And I'm not ready to retire, not quite yet, but I'm grooming my replacement with Sarah and she's really rising to the occasion.
So 2018...until that time.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse