Dave and Dad are…
Listening to Freshly Ground in Hout Bay.
The Old Man was trying to make some point by pouring sand out of his hand, but all I can think of is, “As sands through the hourglass, so pass…the Days of Our Lives.”
Following their abbreviated set at the Draw, we were still jonesing for some more Freshly Ground. They were playing a rescheduled afternoon beachside festival in Hout Bay so after a morning at the Biscuit Mill we tooled out there.
I could do a whole blog just of my father sleeping in random locations.
Being cheap and lazy we opted not to pay to go in but set up on the beach just outside the beachfront bar hosting the concert. There was sun, sand, music; I just wish we were as prepared as everyone around us who brought beach blankets and booze.
The show was good, albeit brief. Only an hour with no encore. I don’t understand how everyone is so cool with these incredibly short sets.
Dinner was at La Med, so the Old Man could finally see the Camps Bay sunset. Then he went to bed, thinking of tomorrow mornings 5am wake up for our flight to Johannesburg.
Not thinking of the future (typical) I headed out to Muizenberg for one last late night of carousing with Justin, Gabe and Jana. This one ended with hours of rambling conversation over beers on the moonlit beach. I am really gonna miss these moments when I head back to the States.