I have been doing a lot of things these days, but most of these things are the same things, good things: Going out of town on the weekends for weddings and baby showers; writing all day and working for my dad, filming surfing with Scott for a movie our friend Phil is making, drinking lots of different beverages (see above) and staying up 'til 1 a.m. You'll be happy (or surprised) to know I didn't fall off my skateboard once this week, which has given my bruises time to heal. I went to the park nearby to practice my frontside turns the other day and there were some guys drinking beer out of a brown paper bag and talking about girls, which was amusing. I heard one of them say "sometimes buying them stuff totally works."
The "babycue" / shower I mentioned was a success. Basia came down to visit and we spent the weekend at Steph and Michael's. A bunch of our friends made the trip to Hermosa Beach. We tapped a pony keg as a group, which we were still sort of proud of. Kind of like one of those "We've still got it" moments, especially since all my friends and I met in college where we had the opportunity to drink and finish many kegs. Of course Steph and the baby didn't help, but Steph can't have beer normally anyways since she's allergic to gluten.
There was a surf shop party this week too. And Kristen, Scott's middle sister, came to visit. She paddled into her first waves all by herself yesterday, which reminded me that so much of paddling and catching waves is about tenacity.
I have been listening to Third Eye Blind while I'm working and riding the train and eating Mexican bean salad for lunch. I would have listened to them while I was cleaning the house, but Scott did that this week. He isn't a consistent cleaner of things. Or rather, he leaves his clothes and shoes at the foot of the bed. But honestly, he is way better at cleaning than me. The shower door no longer looks like it might start sprouting stalactites any minute.
We're going to the Pacific Northwest next week, so I've been preparing for that too. I know I should have told you about this whole excursion (a two week road trip to northern California and Oregon to write some stories, surf, camp, visit friends and family, sample craft beer and try not to break our arms etc. while skateboarding in the skateboarding capital of the country). I feel I should have told you because I think of you as friends (even those of you who I don't "know") because you are nice and kind to look at the pictures and words I put here. The reason I didn't mention it is because I have almost backed out of this trip every day of the last two weeks. This happened once when I read about all the sharks that like to live in Oregon and another time when I heard about upwelling causing the water to be in the low 50ºs (fahrenheit) in the summer months, and again last weekend when I saw a bunch of killer surf pictures come out of Cabo. But the point of this trip is to put ourselves out of our comfort zone. To freeze our brains with the sharks and meet more characters at the skatepark (and maybe even some who might seem like they could be on Portlandia).
I have decided that if summer is about any one thing, it is about adventure. It's about sleeping over at a friend's house for the first time and realizing that she has two dads. It's about selling lemonade to your neighbors and being so bored you consider calling your teacher. It's about blowdrying your hair perfectly for Jr. Lifeguard's because you have a crush on your instructor. It's about night swimming and trying new food. It's about listening to your best friend's bother's Third Eye Blind CD because it says "Explicit lyrics" on the cover.
Happy summer all you adventurers!
"There is no certainty; there is only adventure."~ Roberto Assagioli