Real Update: The Whiffs do great things, yet don't remember them very well

We're still in San Francisco. We checked into the University Club in downtown San Fran for tonight and tomorrow night.

Last night was an experience that all of us will remember (or maybe not...) for the rest of our lives. We had the privilege to sing at The Bohemian Grove last night. After being introduced to many Bohemians and having a chance to put our things down at the camp at which we were staying, we sang "Midnight Train" to a packed house, and were followed by sax player Dave Koz among other great acts. It was a real pleasure to have had the opportunity to share a stage with someone like that.

Our experience at The Grove was incredible. Nowhere in my life have I been somewhere full of so many accomplished and talented, yet approachable, people. The beautiful setting, the wonderful people, and the ubiquitous music made it a unique and wonderful experience. The gracious hospitality that we were shown was humbling and, ultimately, something that I will never forget.

Having said that, part of the hospitality that we were shown extended to drinks, of which we had plenty. At the end of the night (roughly 3 am for me, but much later for some of the Whiffs), I was happy to have a comfortable bed to which to retreat.

On the way back, as Joel describes (self-referentially and possibly self-mockingly?) so poetically below, we had the opportunity to drive south down Route 1. While driving through Sonoma, all of us were awe-struck at the sheer beauty of our surroundings. We stopped to take pictures (of our surroundings and of the seals sun-bathing on a rock) before heading into San Francisco to sing our concert tonight.

Tomorrow: free day in San Francisco!