.rainy days blustery waves.
I still love rainy days.
It's big, big, BIG on the North Shore (too big to surf, even) and blustery this morning and G. is finally home walking on my land, breathing my air and swimming in my h2o. I think all of his gambling/Vegas debauchery has tuckered the poor old man out so that he actually slept in till 6:30 (I think the blustery, rainy, overcast weather and of course, missing moi, helped) and we didn't get out to the beach till close to 8.
I met OJ's nephew who informed me that I was sassy and high-maintenance and lost a bet to Gay Bob. Apparently old surfer men notice more things than I'll ever give them credit for.
More surfy-surfy tomorrow.
Maybe try the 6'10 again ...
It's big, big, BIG on the North Shore (too big to surf, even) and blustery this morning and G. is finally home walking on my land, breathing my air and swimming in my h2o. I think all of his gambling/Vegas debauchery has tuckered the poor old man out so that he actually slept in till 6:30 (I think the blustery, rainy, overcast weather and of course, missing moi, helped) and we didn't get out to the beach till close to 8.
I met OJ's nephew who informed me that I was sassy and high-maintenance and lost a bet to Gay Bob. Apparently old surfer men notice more things than I'll ever give them credit for.
More surfy-surfy tomorrow.
Maybe try the 6'10 again ...
posted by crystal at 5:43 PM
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