Water, Water Everywhere And Not A Drop To Drink

As you may have deduced, I’m heading to California in a couple of days.  On Sunday, to be exact.  Right now, I should be putting the final touches on the toast for my best friend’s wedding, which is tomorrow.  Or at least packing something.

This toast is probably one of the more important things I’ll ever write.  I’m going to read it, mean it, drink to it.  There will be lots of drinking to it.  The morning after, hangover or not, I intend to be at brunch: 10 a.m.  I have an unnatural devotion to omelets.  The following morning (if you can call it that) it’s off to JFK airport while it’s still dark.  I should probably ask Kel and Dave to stop for a porkroll bagel on the way.  Hopefully around lunchtime — California lunchtime, that is — I’ll be in the OC (ha ha) with my surfboard, some clothes, and my laptop.

I’m going to work for the Bible.

The Bible.  I vow to not become one of those jaded wieners who says annoying things like, “Writing about surf contests just bores me to tears, dude.”  and “Kelly?  A tad overrated, if you ask me.”  Never.  Three months from now, when SURFER feels like home (I hope) and the fact that there’s no dress code no longer makes me giggle, I want to remember this feeling: wow.  The Bible.