Had the weekend off for once, so I got my gear together, changed the sparkplug on my moped, and went down to Medical Waste Beach. Bodysurfing yesterday for an hour or so, then washed back ashore and a pretty blonde lady is waving at me and smiling.. I almost looked behind me to see who she was looking at, but figured out who it was first. My neighbors were out, too. They offered me a beer, I accepted, and that led to the drunkest night I think I’ve had in Hawaii. After a sound defeat in horseshoes and several beers, I stopped at Star Market for some beer and headed home.

John got some steaks on the grill, Paul even showed up after getting his stunning new tattoo, much beer was guzzled, hilarity ensued.
Neighbor Josh made me promise to be ready for my first surf lesson at 0600 today, and brought his longboard (called “Patches” for it’s beat-up condition) over to our garage. I was there on time, despite a massive hangover. No one else made it though. So I put the board under my arm and rode John’s bicycle down to Medical Waste Beach to try my hand.

“Patches”
Please dont make fun of my gut. Thank you.
As you can see, Patches is a good sized piece of sporting equipment. Getting it down the hill to the ocean was quite a workout. Getting it back was almost too much for me.
I’m afraid I didn’t achieve a great deal of success in my first surf outing. I was able to paddle out alright, tipped it a few times, but oh well.. And I was able to catch waves in the prone position. Standing up was less successful as my equilibrium was impaired to a significant degree. Cut my feets up on the rocks underwater a little and stepped on an anemone (their splines break off in your foot. sucks.) By the time I got out and back in I was exhausted with the exhaustion only a long beer-soaked night can bring.
Can’t wait to give it a real shot soon. Sometime when I’m performing at my usual level of reasonable competence.
And here are some pics of Kapiolani Coffee House – the closest I’ve found to a truck stop style breakfast joint.


Pretty awesome. Could be anywhere in Nebraskauntil you notice the Good Fortune kitties and Buddha heads.. Food’s good too. Enormous saimin. Great macaroni salad