Water, Water Everywhere And Not A Drop To Drink
Hijinks On The High Seas… And Beyond
Category Archives: Left Coast
Earth Vibrations and BAC Weirdness
I felt my first earthquake the other night and it was frucking strange. “Unsettling,” as the lady on the news said. I mean, isn’t an earthquake unsettling by definition? Okay, anyway… I was standing in my living room when the entire house started swaying. Roomie numero dos said, matter-of-factly, “Earthquake. We should go outside.”
World Cup and SUP (Dude?)
First things first: I watched the Australia – Germany game yesterday (DVR, I love you) and I’m only going to say that it left me sobbing. Ok, maybe not sobbing, but shaking my head, at least. 4-0? Unwarranted red cards? For shame.
Now that that’s out of the way, I can tell you that I SUPed for the first time yesterday, too. My roomie and I rented the boards from a guy in the harbor who gave me a quick lesson before sending me off into the strong westerly winds. I hit a docked boat. After that, all was good. If you haven’t tried it, SUPing is kind of a mix between canoeing and longboarding. It’s weird because you stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, side by side, so the stance is totally different than surfing, but once you get used to it, it’s actually so much fun. And a really great workout.
Dana Point
The SoCal Learning Curve
Here’s what I’ve learned about Southern California so far:
It’s utterly packed with tacos, doughnuts, Starbucks, and – oh yeah – surfers.
June really can be gloomy, but these OC people know how to rally. They’re all about the weeknight parties. And being physically fit. And making legal U-turns. And also, being nice. I mean, I’m not even one of those people who thinks New Yorkers are rude, but the kind citizens of San Clemente make them look downright cantankerous. (Yes, cantankerous.)
The Bible
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.
Water, Water Everywhere And Not A Drop To Drink 