I’m on a large boat or small cruise ship heading out of Los Angeles Harbor. I’m going to be scuba diving and I’m concerned that I chose to scuba dive for the first time in deeper waters rather than near a reef or shore line where I wouldn’t be required to dive so deep to see anything. I’ve tried to go into deep water before and it’s been painful. As the boat moves along, I’m standing at the starboard side railing with someone, male, talking. I’m noticing that I can see the bottom of the ocean and I’m a little less worried about going deep. I’m feeling relieved and eager to get in the water.

The boat trip is ending and I’m on the phone making arrangements with someone to stay a couple nights in the harbor on another boat that’s docked, acting as a hotel. The stay is only for 2 nights, a Wed. and a Thurs., which means the prices are very affordable which is nice. I work out the details just in time and we disembark and end up in a lounge where Sting has just finished a set. It’s like a small private party because there are few people there for such a big name. Obviously it isn’t publicized. We find a spot stage right where we can perch ourselves and put our bags.