Surfless in Los Angeles

Monday - I drove to the beach to surf but was S-O-L. Tuesday - I drove to the beach to surf but was S-O-L. Wednesday - I drove to the beach to surf but was S-O-L. Do you see a pattern here? So, today is Thursday. I didn't drive to the beach and stayed in bed. Smart, huh? I got the scoop from Marlon this morning though. Surf was tiny and the wind was kickin' up. (Good news for kiters but bad news for surfers) Glad that I stayed in bed, but am jonesin' for some surf. At least I got some kind of boarding exercise this week though - I went up to Mountain High to snowboard on Tuesday night with Angela. The snow sucked ass but it was really fun. :-P But I think I like surfing much better. It doesn't hurt as much to fall. And different waves bring on different rides... Plus, sittin' out on the water by myself puts my mind at ease from whatever workstress I've had that week. Plus, yada yada yada... I'm addicted.

Here's something I realized on Tuesday night after getting home from snowboarding. I went to the bathroom (where I have my wetsuits, booties, and bikinis hanging all over) to hang up my wet jacket and pants, and realized that the wetsuit smell was home to me now. I actually felt good that my bathroom smelled like a wetsuit. I remember there was a time before I had the surf bug when I didn't even like the smell of neoprene. Now, I actually like the smell that wetsuits give off. Weirdness? Eh, I guess my apartment (or at least, my bathroom) will be smelling like a wetsuit for the rest of my life. :-P

San O on Saturday - woohoo! Hopefully, Mother Nature cooperates...