Agnes Water, OZ
I rode my first wave! The big swell expected yesterday didn't show, but the waves were still nice. My second wave I got on the green, turned and road it like I knew I was doing. I've even got a witness in Luke. Life is good!
The weekend is kicking off on Friday this weekend, in that the Saturday night party has been moved up to Friday night. Because someone had a beach party last weekend and left a mess, we can't have a beach party, so we're back at the LL Ranch. And the Olympics have come to Agnes Water. Well, our sort of Olympics. But everyone's getting fired up for another weekend extraganza, I've unofficially become Activities Director here in the hostel and have been getting everything ready for tonight's fiesta.
After a bit of chaos earlier this week, things have settled down here. Faces are again becoming familiar. Last night there was a group massage session (no, that's not a euphamisn for anything, get your minds out of the gutter), which ended when Greg told me there was going to be no John Mellancamp, or John Couger even, music played at 2am. Gwen, one of the Welshies in the hostel is healing from her scooter-roo accident. According to me, she hit an emu, but I think she really just had a crash. The emu story's better. Oh, we also learned Welsh last night. "Carrie Koala da nine," "Dim Roo E.T. Hanno," and, "Hasseff thavid er aim nolfweist," which mean, "Go fuck you're grandmother (Welsh equivalent of "Fuck off" apparently), "No sex for you tonight," and "I would like a sheep for the night." Welsh is fun! So, that's where things stand.
Finally, I want to take a moment to congratulate my friend Fausto who just passed the New Jersey and New York state bar exams, meaning he's now a full fledged lawyer. What this now means is every time we have an argument, I'm gonna get charged $60 an hour. Anyway, congrats Fausto, you done good.
The weekend is kicking off on Friday this weekend, in that the Saturday night party has been moved up to Friday night. Because someone had a beach party last weekend and left a mess, we can't have a beach party, so we're back at the LL Ranch. And the Olympics have come to Agnes Water. Well, our sort of Olympics. But everyone's getting fired up for another weekend extraganza, I've unofficially become Activities Director here in the hostel and have been getting everything ready for tonight's fiesta.
After a bit of chaos earlier this week, things have settled down here. Faces are again becoming familiar. Last night there was a group massage session (no, that's not a euphamisn for anything, get your minds out of the gutter), which ended when Greg told me there was going to be no John Mellancamp, or John Couger even, music played at 2am. Gwen, one of the Welshies in the hostel is healing from her scooter-roo accident. According to me, she hit an emu, but I think she really just had a crash. The emu story's better. Oh, we also learned Welsh last night. "Carrie Koala da nine," "Dim Roo E.T. Hanno," and, "Hasseff thavid er aim nolfweist," which mean, "Go fuck you're grandmother (Welsh equivalent of "Fuck off" apparently), "No sex for you tonight," and "I would like a sheep for the night." Welsh is fun! So, that's where things stand.
Finally, I want to take a moment to congratulate my friend Fausto who just passed the New Jersey and New York state bar exams, meaning he's now a full fledged lawyer. What this now means is every time we have an argument, I'm gonna get charged $60 an hour. Anyway, congrats Fausto, you done good.
posted by Bob Stein at 11:26 PM
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