April 11, 2009: I've got balls
"You've got balls."
That's what he said.
He was Edward. A friendly L.A. local - the friendly type that I figured is a complete rarity after two days of staying here.
Edward also happened to be a surfing instructor. And I was embarressingly in need of help. You see, the board knocked me on the top of my head on the first wave that I didn't catch. If I were no so thick-headed, I would have ended up in a hospital making good use of my travel insurance coverage.
I didn't manage to pop-up on many waves, but my testicular fortitude kept me out there for a few hours. Now I'm dead tired again and will be back to tackle them. I just hope happy hour doesn't ruin my plans for tomorrow.
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That's what he said.
He was Edward. A friendly L.A. local - the friendly type that I figured is a complete rarity after two days of staying here.
Edward also happened to be a surfing instructor. And I was embarressingly in need of help. You see, the board knocked me on the top of my head on the first wave that I didn't catch. If I were no so thick-headed, I would have ended up in a hospital making good use of my travel insurance coverage.
I didn't manage to pop-up on many waves, but my testicular fortitude kept me out there for a few hours. Now I'm dead tired again and will be back to tackle them. I just hope happy hour doesn't ruin my plans for tomorrow.
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Labels: 2009, L.A., Malibu, Real Balls, Surfing, Surfrider Beach, Travel
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