Saturday,....or our version of Friday....
I traded emails all day with my surfing friend Joe. Joe actually can surf, just to clear that up. My surfboard is the size of the Titanic and still I can't stand on the damn thing. Joe's board is well, very similar in size to a tooth pick. His former girlfriend and now wife Kristen, has a board slightly resembling a splinter. They took a trip to Fiji about a month ago and got married there. I'm not trying to distract from the fact I can't surf, just being descriptive. Along those lines...Kristen is a mostly quiet with that look in her eyes that says "I'm quiet, but you're stupid"...Ok, that's wrong she is completely nice....maybe I'm just being insecure. The look is more like "I'm sorta quiet because I don't completely know you, but I'm fairly sure you don't want me opening up". She has the athletic body and blonde hair you would expect from a good surfer. Joe is, according to his phone number, Jewish. That's part of the code he uses to help you remember his 4 digit number. Yes, it is kind of sad to need help remembering 4 digits. I don't know if he looks Jewish, but he is in shape cause he can paddle that damned toothpick just as fast as I can paddle while lay on top of the titanic and not get wet while paddling the half mile paddle from the "Shark Pit" to "Met Rocket". We did it one evening. I couldn't believe it. He was basically swimming next to me, cause I sure as hell couldn't see his board. I was basically on a kayak and I was feeling like a champion paddling right alongside him, until I realized I was on a "kayak".
We tried the kiteboarding. He went first. There just wasn't enough wind. He came back, and on the way back Kristen showed up. She's not a real big fan of the kiteboarding. She doesn't say it, but I can see the "why do you two idiots mess with those kites and lines and all and never get anywhere " look. Ok, so I read a lot into her eyes. She never disagrees with me though when I read her eyes out loud. Joe gave my kite to me and suggested a down winder to some beach with an acronym. There are a lot of acronyms being thrown around here for landmarks. I did my normal pre race struggle getting into the bindings and took off. It was on an off. I went by our man camp where I saw ten or so heads in the water bobbing around. It didn't work out, there just wasn't enough wind. There were a few moments where some upwind locations seemed possible but in the end, I ended up at the acronym beach all safe and sound with Joe there as support.
Some guys saw me later at the chow hall and told me "it looks like you're starting to "get it"", in regards to the kiteboarding. Obviously they were the heads bobbing at the beach I saw as I went by. I held back the whole "ummm I've been kiting before ....blah blah blah". .
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