Random Acts of Grindness

These are my new favorites!  It's a 2/1 and super stretchy.  I'm sure guys spend a lot of time watching girls adjust their bikinis, but I'd never noticed how every girl in the lineup is tugging at some part of her bathing suit before, during, or after every wave.  There's nothing worse than ruining a wave because you have to stop what you're doing to yank up your bottoms.  And keeping boobs under wraps...

I was a little worried about the C/T factor, but didn't have any problems.  Well no one seemed to be staring or pointing at my crotch, so I think your lady lumps should be fine. The elastic around the legs prevents it from riding up too much.  Since they're really stretchy, I'd order a size or two down.  I have a flat hiney and these made it look flatter, so if you're always worrying about how huge your ass looks in a bikini, this wetsuit will help.

Do not use the external key pocket.  One night I stayed out past dark to watch the moon come up and was goofing around in the shorebreak and lost my key.  I was out in CA and didn't really know anyone's number.  I really didn't know how to get to anyone's house, either.  I wondered why I rode stupid 50-pound boards.  But, everything turned out okay because one of the seven people that I knew happened to walk by and rescue me.

Drums, please!

"Summer always feels endless until it suddenly ends. For kids, there is no greater tragedy than summer’s end. September is the Monday of months. . . The last drive home has a special melancholy. The roads and landscapes that had grown so familiar slip past for the last time, turning into memories before your eyes."

Jeff Scher's animated farewell


And so you don't get too sad:

Rock 'n roll needs

more kickass piano and backup singers.



(The live version of this song didn't sound so hot. The lag stops after a bit.)

It's labor day, so I've devoted my day to various labors of love. Raging tendinitis in my shoulder and knee is also keeping me off of the tiny waves. My apologies for not updating this blog all summer.

Boy Afraid

Of birthdays! Morrissey had one this week. Shouldn't he be knighted soon? I would say that other than Neil Young, Morrissey is the one other musician I need to see in concert before I die. His tickets are just always so expensive. And no one ever wants to go with me. And if I had to go see him by myself I would probably o.d. on melancholy.

I have some updates to make and by writing this it means that I WILL update tomorrow. No excuses. I'm hoping last night's five cans of Red Bull wear off by then. My topics will include: Mask, Separation Anxiety, and I forgot. It should be pretty awesome. I know I'm pumped about it.

Party Balls

Not sure what made me think of these the other day, but they were such an essential part of underage drinking and summertime. They make me think of how Lisa and I tried to finish one with six of her brother's (college!!) friends. I think it worked out to 14 beers a person and we were pretty sure we could handle that??? Uhm, no, we could not. Peeing behind catamarans. Almost getting busted by the cops at The Point. Doling out handjobs on the car ride to Wildwood. My first dry-humping experience.

**There really was no pun intended in the title. Serio. And I hate when people say no pun intended because of the ignorance it implies, but it was absolutely necessary.**
-photo from ddeanarene's flickr.

And There's a Chance that Things'll Get Weird

Yeah that's a possibility...



The 90's were so great. I want 120 Minutes to come back in its original form, but you really can't pass this kind of video off as being artsy anymore. Right now I'm just patiently waiting because I know they will reunite.

Adirondick Chairs: Why?

Remember that gin-soaked summer spent on the Cape when you gorged yourself on lobster rolls and wore madras everyday? Of course you do, because you are reminded of it every time you see your Adirondick chair. Except that you never had these memories because you were never there, but you let this piece of "furniture" suggest otherwise.

I really want to take an ax to all of these stupid chairs. Why would you choose to sit on hard wooden slats? You might as well just sit on the ground since you look just as graceful trying to get in and out of these uncomfortable pieces of crap. And you always see pictures of them on the beach, which is misleading because you'd have to rent a crane and a dually to get them there because they weigh a ton and don't fold up!

*photo courtesy of plasticlumberyard.com! I can't even talk about that right now.