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Karissa came out, as did Derek. I had been surfing the south end with a friend from Bremerton, but paddled north so I could snake a few waves from my future wife. She didn't seem to mind, though. After a few hours, we went in and found some friends we hadn't seen for many moons. Then dinner, drinks and some damn good cherry pie.
Shame on me for giving a shit. For acting interested. I guess you're supposed to stay steely-eyed at all times, staring straight ahead, acknowledging no one. Just you and your wave. Everyone else can go to hell! No, wait, that sounds like a buncha bullshit. All this hard as a fuck, salty stink eye stuff needs a new home. It's the ocean. You don't own it. And honestly, you probably suck at surfing. So lighten up. Smile when you see someone else sliding. When they're excited and you're envious. It'll make for more fun.
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We headed outta town on Tuesday. Had dinner and a drink at the Next Door Gastropub. Pitched our tent around ten. Beers before bed. I was in the water around eight the next morning. Banana and a slice of bread. Windless waves. Small but surfable. Joe Sanchez joined me, as did Ms.Wood. It was wonderful.