I look like a Gap commercial today

New jeans, new urban hiking shoes, and a $25 plain gray t-shirt from Banana Republic.

Watch out Derek Zoolander... "I call this look Ferrari, and this is Blue Steel."

Where to start…

When I arrived at work today, the original 1960's era Batmobile was parked outside the gym. I snapped a picture. Maybe I'll post it later.

I completely neglected to mention in previous posts that we made good on our promise to go fly one more time before summer ends. Hang gliding was a blast. I managed to thermal up from Marshall peak to Crestline. For you non hang gliding types, that means I basically got so high above the foothills, that I could fly back into the mountain range and get about 6000 feet up.

At the beginning of this week, surfline.com was predicting a southern hemisphere swell would hit southern California on Thursday. They predicted 4-5 foot, with occasional sets of 7 foot. Last week, they predicted the same thing and it was more like 5-7, with occasional 10ft and well overhead. This week’s swell was somewhat smaller, with playful 4 foot surf. Serendipitously, the Hauducoeurs (the “other” Hauducoeurs – Kyle and Monee) made an impromptu appearance on Thursday and got to surf with us.

We surfed the spot called Dog Patch and basically there were six people there catching waves – Gwen & myself, Kyle & Monee, Brian, and Buie. No battling for waves with every man and his dog. No bullshit. Just fun. This is how I imagine surfing was in the pre Gidget days of the 40s, 50s, and 60s.

As always, Mexican food follows surfing. We had planned to finalize the wedding ceremony and vows last night, but we’re friendly with manager at El Ranchito and he gave us a free pitcher of caddies. That pretty much blew our plans completely out of the water. I suspect that writing your wedding vows while half tranquilized on Tequila is probably not the best idea.

We planned on surfing again tonight, but damn, it’s time to start acting like grown-ups! We really need to take one night off of self gratifying water-based hedonism and finish the vows. Otherwise the ceremony will basically go like this:
“Gwen? Do you?”
“Umm… Yup, I guess I do”
“Rod? You too?”
“Yeah, sure… what the hell. I’m in!”

I think our wedding guests will expect more, but I also still give it 50/50 odds that we surf tonight after work.