."cute".

It didn't seem possible but today was actually smaller than yesterday. In fact, the elderly couple that parks beneath the trees, by the lifeguard stand labeled the waves, "cute." Though I doubt that any surfer approves of waves being labeled as "cute" and if I didn't actually want to ride them I suppose I would find them sort of adorable, in their own way.

After only an hour everyone went in and spent the next hour or so talking story on the beach. :) I think all this time spent conversing with surfer boys/men has made my once-proper English [the kine I talk on the Mainland when surrounded by haole people for months on end] slower, lazier, and nearly as perfectly-imperfect as the men I surf beside. My attempts at pidgin are still laughable ... but hey, I try.