surf gang day
so last night i was at the bar i was kicked out of and down sits a woman i've seen before, a black-haired, dark-eyed punk-rock gypsy with a golden septum ring. this is katrina del mar. she sits back and makes a crack about something and we start to talk. she is soon joined by sarah greenwood, rocker extrodinnaire from the beloved nyc band GSX and we somehow make the ultimate connection:
SURFING.
turns out katrina is making a movie about a rough and tumble bunch of rockaway gals who have to flee their home break after beating up the wrong guy. on the lam and in search of surf, they land in the hamptons, where they must apply their skills both in and out of the water in order to one-up the rival gang of prissy hampton riders. madness, of course, ensues.
so we make plans to go surfing.
and i meet them on the beach.
and we all hop in the water--most of us, anyway--and take some waves. i'm on my tiny bodyboard, floating like flotsam. katrina is on a big honkin' old school ronjon with 'bitchin' printed on the other side, while her friend janine is on a blue.
cresting together, watching the water, we fall into conversation. as it turns out, we all have a common thread besides waterlust--gina, of course. turns out janine went to school with her, as did randi and andrea, my other babysitter/sister-types, and had heard stories about me from over the years.
so we sat and paddled and dodged jellyfish and then trooped to katrina's rented beachside pad and watched a movie by a friend of hers of surfers all over the world, shot on supereight and done up to a beautiful soundtrack.
the night ended with a car-ride and a trip to a real live italian-style clam bar.
wonderous.
SURFING.
turns out katrina is making a movie about a rough and tumble bunch of rockaway gals who have to flee their home break after beating up the wrong guy. on the lam and in search of surf, they land in the hamptons, where they must apply their skills both in and out of the water in order to one-up the rival gang of prissy hampton riders. madness, of course, ensues.
so we make plans to go surfing.
and i meet them on the beach.
and we all hop in the water--most of us, anyway--and take some waves. i'm on my tiny bodyboard, floating like flotsam. katrina is on a big honkin' old school ronjon with 'bitchin' printed on the other side, while her friend janine is on a blue.
cresting together, watching the water, we fall into conversation. as it turns out, we all have a common thread besides waterlust--gina, of course. turns out janine went to school with her, as did randi and andrea, my other babysitter/sister-types, and had heard stories about me from over the years.
so we sat and paddled and dodged jellyfish and then trooped to katrina's rented beachside pad and watched a movie by a friend of hers of surfers all over the world, shot on supereight and done up to a beautiful soundtrack.
the night ended with a car-ride and a trip to a real live italian-style clam bar.
wonderous.