.day off.

There was no 5-ish a.m. wake up call this morning so I was forced to drag myself out of bed to the sound of my own alarm. Got down to the beach around 6:30 just as Errol pulled in and we paddled out together. It was NOT 1-3 (no sign of the swell yet) but we're still hopeful for tomorrow morning. Or at least I am.

I've grown very spoiled with all the south swells coming in this season. Lucky, lucky, me. My arms are still exhausted from being worked (especially on the double session I pulled Wednesday, with Nat & Dars now that I actually have FRIENDS home). Needless to say I think I've gotten better at duckdiving. Kind of.

I ended up staying out until 9 a.m. because I HAVE THE DAY OFF. Glorious, glorious. Eddie was telling me this morning that the ocean is just a pot of stew full of our love for one another (if you knew Eddie you'd know he's being sarcastic) and I told him that in Hawaiian, wa, the ocean is also another word for amniotic fluid which means that everytime you enter the water you are returning, in a sense, to your mother's womb. There is someone that I used to know who would have agreed with that.

I also taught Joey that Grent's name was not Grant and that Errol's name was not Earl. I'm so useful.

I think I should get a gold star everytime I talk about surfboardshack (*ahem* boss). This morning Errol and Helmet guy were talking about selling their boards on Craig's List and I (at least made an attempt to) convinced them otherwise. Look at me tooting my own horn.