We just wrapped up our 5 or 6 weeks at the beach. I took off every Friday for the last 5 weeks and made the most of it. Perfect weather throughout, and the waves got even better last weekend for our wrap up. We spent 6 hours in the water on Thursday and almost as long the next two days, and now I feel like I got hit by a truck. It’s hard to believe it’s October and the water is still warm enough to stay in for that long in trunks. Since I’m a lot of years from owning a place at the beach, this is the next best thing.
We had this miniature turtle come visit us on our sidewalk.
When things got slow, we could always go for a drive on the beach.
Last night I ended up on a tangent looking for some old photos. A few years ago I had a hard drive crash and lost a ton of them, but some of it got recovered which put them in a mishmash of folders. I also have some on CD that were backed up that I started digging through. I ended up with a ton I had forgotten about that I’ll need to get up here, and more that I’ll be finding, but these couldn’t wait. Even the finest binding product team ever assembled can have its quirks. Sometimes they’d show up in lab coats, some times wearing dresses… That Ryan Coulter makes one fine-looking woman, redefining the term man-whore. Alex is clearly caught in the Coulter tractor beam, and Brent looks like he is starting to succumb to the gaze and the lipstick. There are points in time where everything was just right, and this was one of them. All of these are worth clicking on.
We’ve been renting a beach house for 5 weeks now, and there hasn’t been shit for waves. The whole reason we get it in September is because there’s supposed to be waves. After weeks of waiting, I just got out of the water from the best day I’ve had in years. No one in the water or on the beach, chest high, and perfectly clean. I surfed until it was pretty much dark and I couldn’t paddle anymore…
The innerweb has been doing its job this week, keeping me in touch with lots of people from the past. I’ve had about 6 people in the last week that I haven’t talked to in years randomly contact me either through email or LinkedIn. One of those people was Joe Perg, who sent me this link to an upcoming movie about Craig Kelly. I’m surprised something wasn’t made sooner, I’m definitely ready for it. This turn from the trailer is one of the things I mentioned for the Blower book that summed up snowboarding for me:
Somehow in the last post, I forgot to mention Faz’s new name – Lightning. This naturally came out and was assigned after we realized we’re always waiting for him.
Anyway, after binging on Sushi, we took Faz to a new 9/11 memorial in Bucks County and then into NYC for some shopping. It turned into an all day event. The memorial is on a pretty amazing piece of land with all of the names listed, calling out people from PA. There are twin fountains in the center, and the landscaping was shaped like ripples coming out from it.
We learned about Faz’s massive tongue, something we didn’t know existed.
After the last trip, Faz is now hooked on the Niagra, the best bar in NYC. We put back some large doubles before heading up to Rain for dinner.
From NYC we went back to the beach and up to Atlantic City for dinner. The Continental built out an amazing space, both inside and out.
Faz landed back in town last night for his second dose of the East Coast. It was also our 4th anniversary for Tara and I, and we all went out and binged on sushi. Today we’re off to NYC and then straight to the beach.
By the way, Holden launched their new site and it’s looking really good. Awesome use of video for a product site.
Speaking of BMX… I usually don’t get into watching X Games, but there was some next level shit in lots of the events this year. I forgot that I had bookmarked some of these clips and just found them. Morgan Wade was doing transfers in the park that looked straight out of a video game.
Check out the line at 2:22 (or 3:47 if it’s counting backwards)
Faz flew in on Thursday on his way to Paris for a tradeshow, so we picked him up and took him right into Philly for a quick round of shopping. First on the list was to get him a real cheesesteak, something not possible outside of southeastern PA / nearby NJ.
While we were out shopping, Tara got me a pair of the kickass new Gonzales shoes for our upcoming anniversary.
Then we headed out to the beach to get Faz a weekend of relaxation, cocktails, and MySpace updates. Bird met us down there the next morning. By noon we found ourselves at the liquor store across the street, and the other 3 idiots (Tara, Faz, and Bird) agreed to a contest of drinking six packs. They were already getting loud before the first drink, so I stepped aside. Tara, feeling cunning, bought a miniature 6 pack of 8oz Budweisers which she could barely finish. I kept them company with a bottle of whiskey, and by 1:00 everyone was hammered and Faz had already thrown up. This is him, wasted. I can never get enough of listening to Faz, but after a few drinks it’s even better.
We surfed some small waves which turned out to be fun. Today there was a huge pod of dolphins swimming around in circles, and when you first catch this glimpse out of the corner of your eye, it’s never relaxing if you’re in the water:
We also saw bunches of creepy birds swarming houses…
October 8, 2007 3:06 pm | 
