I had my first surfing lesson today and it went swimmingly. A bad pun, and yet it's literal because I spent more of my time swimming than on an actual board. Obviously, I survived, much to the disapointment of many of you (insert childish face complete with tongue sticking out and thumbs in ears HERE).
We began on the beach practicing for the first half of the lesson. My instructor is all of 23, looks like bleeding Brad Pitt, and if that wasn't enough for me to hate him, he is quite an intelligent bloke. The second hour we ventured into the Pacific, and I drank more sea water than a thirsty merman. However, towards the end I actually managed to STAY UP on the bloody thing for AT LEAST 30 seconds. Not a long time, I grant you...but for me...HOPEFUL. Markus (annoying, has it all, instructor bloke) said I wasn't a completely hopeless case. Ah...
keanu__reeves would be proud.
I am planning a trip to England the last week of this month in the hopes of visiting
helenaboncarter . I haven't seen her in a long while, and yet we had one of those bonds that just doesn't break, no matter how much time passes. Wow.
Now that was damn sentimental. Fuck me!