Sunday 23

This morning was fun surf. No doubt. Probably the most fun in a while. I had a huge ear-to-ear smile according to someone out in the water. Kept poppin' lefts of all kinds. I even had the same eat as the day before. Going for the move to lip smack, but coming off of it, and it all the sudden becomes steep. You get thrown forward into a very shallow sand bar. I put my forearms over my head and try to be flexible. If I don't do a Pete Maravich, this is probably how I'll meet my fate...



After that I went to Greg's and napped in his nice and cool house, waiting for he and Aric to show up.

I went with them to watch them play frisbee (disc) golf. For me, just hiking and and chilling in the forest. An awesome course up in the mountains...

Note: Today, I bought two different range "drivers" and one "putter" and I am going to try to participate. It seems like a great way to chill outdoors with friends and get a good workout.

And I will add to the tree scars. I will add to the tree scars.

But it's hippie golf!

I remember when we used to play Ultimate at Lowell Elementary.

The Thursday night game before the Thursday night partying.

Blowing off the steam of school.

Kind of like this website. I spent an hour tripping out on this webpage:

http://drunkathlete.com/2008/09/08/allen-iverson-in-da-club/

I'm sure they rage. I hope they do. I would.

I don't care as long as they don't shoot anyone (unless they do a Plaxico Burress) or Drink and Drive. If you've got an entourage, a posse; then you need a designated driver. Be real.


Hey! I thought this was a surf journal?