Nightlife

After I sated myself with smorgasbord coffee, I was ambling slowly back to my cabin when I heard music. Not the lame lounge-lizard stuff I'd heard the lonely house band doing earlier to an empty room, but something more intruiging. I came across a space that was empty before dinner that now had a young woman singing American rock and folk songs to a decent audience. She was singing something I recognized and doing a pretty good job, so I stopped by to listen.

In general she had a good voice, kind of rough and similar to, say, the Indigo Girls or Melissa Etheridge. She took a lot of requests from the audience and would try to honor a request she didn't know by playing the parts she remembered earnestly, then laughing and mumbling lyrics she'd forgotten or stopping and saying "Sorry, I don't remember the rest."

She seemed to have a set of regulars or friends in the crowd and had a good joking rapport with them.

Since this was the most entertaining option by far I'd encountered on the ship, I ordered a some Belgian beers and watched a couple of sets.