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trinityvixen) wrote2003-09-15 06:02 pm
trinityvixen) wrote2003-09-15 06:02 pm
Surfing Sunday...
Owwie.
Okay, back up to Saturday night and Amy and I headed out to Bridie O'Reilly's (scene of my first incredibly drunk evening in Melbourne) for the Port Adelaide v. Essendon game. Man, poor Essendon, but poor me, too, as it was sure to be my last live footy game. (I'm missing the finals for New Zealand) Anywho, Amy and I invited over some blokes, or rather, did not object to them sitting down, and chatted 'em up. Even got bought a few drinks, did some rounds with them. She was with Craig, the Adelaide and therefore Port Adelaide supporter, I consoled Lee, the Essendon barracker (Essendon lost). Lots of fun was had, discovered a new drink--the firetruck = raspberry+vodka. Only problem was this: these two Aussie boys (was later assured this is not trait of Aussie boys in general) had a thing about biting and sucking fairly hard on one's neck. Amy not pleased, me non-plussed as it looks like I was mauled by a Vampire with blunt teeth. However, I give as good as I get, and left poor Lee with plenty of marks in return.
This was interesting for the fact that on the surf trip, Amy and I did our best to conceal till the Mouth was like "Oh my god," and ripped away my scarf then dragged me around to show off. Yes, very interesting, in the future do solemnly swear to smack in face any guy who sucks on my neck hard enough to HURT (it HURT, but I was drunkish enough at the time for it not to matter, and like I said, I gave right back out of a sense of turnabout being fair play).
The real point of the weekend was SURFING. I literally froze (had actual splotches of frostbite on my feet to the point of having no sensation in them), didn't manage to stand up, was dragged under lots of time, swallowed more salt than should be non-lethal, and got sand in areas I don't want to think about. I'm sore, too. I LOVED IT!!! Heh heh heh...
Well, surfing is really really hard. I have lots of respect for the surfers now. Not that I didn't before, but like, yeah, wow. You have to have pretty tremendous upper body strength to pull yourself up to your knees as you rush about, and that's not even including all the paddling to get out to the waves in the first place. I mean, whoa, ouch, are my arms tired. Which is precisely why I shouldn't be going to karate, but, as am crazy karate junkie (got a copy of the white belt syllabus and am going to make a go of getting graded up to at least advanced white before I leave) am going to go anyway. Not just that, though, my hips hurt from jumping up on the board after being tossed off so many times, and my knees are wrecked. I've got bruises all over my left knee (though one was from whacking it into a table Saturday night). I only managed to get to my knees, but that was pretty good for my first and only 2-hour lesson. Yay!
I wanna go surfing again, but I'm gonna make it a Fiji or like Cairns thing because it's really too cold in Victoria. You can dive Victoria more easily because you spend less time in the water, have thicker wetsuits, more covered by the suit, and you swim the whole time as opposed to waiting for waves half in and half out of the water. I totally recommend surfing to EVERYONE, I mean, it's sooooo much fun. It's a really great hobby (dunno as I'll give it the credit of being a sport, though it is easily claimed to be exercise), plus there are lots of cute surfers out and about. Also, surfers aren't known for being brains which means if you've got a thing about being smarter than your partner, a surfer's a good partner to have, neh? Snicker. I loved it. Am terribly sore, yada yada, but wow!
*giggles mindlessly and plots next trip to the beach*
Okay, back up to Saturday night and Amy and I headed out to Bridie O'Reilly's (scene of my first incredibly drunk evening in Melbourne) for the Port Adelaide v. Essendon game. Man, poor Essendon, but poor me, too, as it was sure to be my last live footy game. (I'm missing the finals for New Zealand) Anywho, Amy and I invited over some blokes, or rather, did not object to them sitting down, and chatted 'em up. Even got bought a few drinks, did some rounds with them. She was with Craig, the Adelaide and therefore Port Adelaide supporter, I consoled Lee, the Essendon barracker (Essendon lost). Lots of fun was had, discovered a new drink--the firetruck = raspberry+vodka. Only problem was this: these two Aussie boys (was later assured this is not trait of Aussie boys in general) had a thing about biting and sucking fairly hard on one's neck. Amy not pleased, me non-plussed as it looks like I was mauled by a Vampire with blunt teeth. However, I give as good as I get, and left poor Lee with plenty of marks in return.
This was interesting for the fact that on the surf trip, Amy and I did our best to conceal till the Mouth was like "Oh my god," and ripped away my scarf then dragged me around to show off. Yes, very interesting, in the future do solemnly swear to smack in face any guy who sucks on my neck hard enough to HURT (it HURT, but I was drunkish enough at the time for it not to matter, and like I said, I gave right back out of a sense of turnabout being fair play).
The real point of the weekend was SURFING. I literally froze (had actual splotches of frostbite on my feet to the point of having no sensation in them), didn't manage to stand up, was dragged under lots of time, swallowed more salt than should be non-lethal, and got sand in areas I don't want to think about. I'm sore, too. I LOVED IT!!! Heh heh heh...
Well, surfing is really really hard. I have lots of respect for the surfers now. Not that I didn't before, but like, yeah, wow. You have to have pretty tremendous upper body strength to pull yourself up to your knees as you rush about, and that's not even including all the paddling to get out to the waves in the first place. I mean, whoa, ouch, are my arms tired. Which is precisely why I shouldn't be going to karate, but, as am crazy karate junkie (got a copy of the white belt syllabus and am going to make a go of getting graded up to at least advanced white before I leave) am going to go anyway. Not just that, though, my hips hurt from jumping up on the board after being tossed off so many times, and my knees are wrecked. I've got bruises all over my left knee (though one was from whacking it into a table Saturday night). I only managed to get to my knees, but that was pretty good for my first and only 2-hour lesson. Yay!
I wanna go surfing again, but I'm gonna make it a Fiji or like Cairns thing because it's really too cold in Victoria. You can dive Victoria more easily because you spend less time in the water, have thicker wetsuits, more covered by the suit, and you swim the whole time as opposed to waiting for waves half in and half out of the water. I totally recommend surfing to EVERYONE, I mean, it's sooooo much fun. It's a really great hobby (dunno as I'll give it the credit of being a sport, though it is easily claimed to be exercise), plus there are lots of cute surfers out and about. Also, surfers aren't known for being brains which means if you've got a thing about being smarter than your partner, a surfer's a good partner to have, neh? Snicker. I loved it. Am terribly sore, yada yada, but wow!
*giggles mindlessly and plots next trip to the beach*