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Here's my uptake on the entire thing.

When I first heard your name, I wanted to curse you for that damn Wonderland crap. And even when I got your music, I called you Sashquatch and made jokes about how your big headed baby would kill your future wife in childbirth. The point is that after going on the Carrier and hearing your music, everything was placed in perspective. I was on the boat, and I was having fun. I didn't have to be funny or anyone's ___ing friend unless I wanted to. I missed classes and the boat didn't sink. I met a bunch of cool people, talked to the guys from Jessie Baylin's camp, drank wine, got crushes on several men, listened to a bunch of new groups, got my first hangover AND got to laugh at the groupies crowding your brother on One Splendid Evening.

I let go for once and as I was doing it, all I could think was the motto of don't pay attention to what others say about the boat. You were passionate as hell about music and it's made me think about everything.

I got home and for once I didn't flinch when the customers at work yelled at me about us being out of Japanese Cherry Blossom. I didn't blame myself when I was the only cashier at the register and got yelled at by another employee due to me not knowing she was helping a customer. Instead I took a breath and realized at that moment, that I don't need other people's crap. Bath and Body Works isn't my life's career and I need to find a career that'll make me happy to get up in the morning. And the thing is that when I was on that boat, I discovered that I missed photography, traveling and acting like a woman on slimfast misses real food.

So Thank you Mr. Mayer.