The opihi convinced me to go nightsurfing tonight. Despite the winds, the absent full moon, the slopey waves, having to park in Waikiki, and images of sharks and flesh-eating-bacteria prancing through my pretty head it was a good time. I haven't had a surf buddy since my return two weeks ago and even if I did have friends, Opihi is still one of my favorites.


His poor fin was attacked. Apparently his dog doesn't enjoy being left alone and this is how she exhibits her displeasure. Our cat just poos in the shoe closet.

The waves were yuck so we didn't stay out long. After showering, we were about to start the trek back to my truck when fireworks started less than a few miles off-shore. It would have been amazing to have seen it from the water, but it was still pretty amazing, at such a random hour and on such a random day, to see a performance as lengthy [it went on for 5+ minutes] and spectacular as the one that was put on. And I didn't even have my camera ... but then again, neither did half the tourists who were crowding around the water's edge.


Opihi is trying to convince me to surf Waik's again tomorrow but I'm trying to hold out against it. The swell isn't so big that I'm afraid [or unable] to paddle out to Concessions. Also, I'm retarded and can't surf anywhere other than Concessions, even if it means I might not be able to surf at all [I really need to work on this "trying new things" and "expanding my horizons" nonsense]. G. said he'd call tomorrow to give me the real surf report and then I suppose I can make my "informed" decision.



I remember when I was someone else's surf report.