finally.
It was nice that fall's arrival coincided with Cline's visit. Conditions were perfect, warm and offshore with a long period WNW swell running. It was big enough for me to take out my 7'8" gun and then spend a lot of time paddling up and down the beach dodging peaks, trying to find the perfect mid-sized wave to throw myself into. Shot these this morning before we went out.
Cline and I surfed this morning before he got on the road. kind of fat on the high tide, but still lots of fun.
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more pics from saturday night. We dressed up because Avery told us he wasn't going to. Eventually I had to take the eyepatch off because it was making me dizzy.
Adele and Dave brought the ultimate party prop, Luella. And we all took turns passing her around and playing what if. Funny thing about what if, sometimes what if becomes reality. Nothing funny about chest hair. Of all of us, Cline looked the most comfortable with Luella. He held her for over an hour while dinner wound down.
After dinner someone kept ordering these delicious coffee bean martinis. I only tasted, but others imbibed heartily. Lewis has since sworn off mixed drinks. Desert came and it was time for an re-enactment of the ball dip.
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At first everyone was making fun of my pirate costume (I think the earring threw them off), but a few drinks washed the timidity away, and we managed to pull together outfits out of thin air. Han Solo, Eastern Cow Girl, and Chief Sitting Something.
Made our way down to Nopa to meet up with the gang to celebrate Avery's 30th.
Lots of great wine with our hearty meals. I brought Pinot to counter-balance Dave's Cabs. Corkage was expensive but worth it. Etude, Black Kite, Cain Concept, Papillion. Every one excellent in its own right. I liked the Etude the best, but maybe because it was the first. The table was littered with glassware.
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the kids carved pumpkins for halloween.
shot with my s90. full review to follow.
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Lewis has never bought a car for himself, ever. Usually they arrive on his doorstep, a gift from his family. The last one came on a truck from Florida. A gift from his father. As a result his transportation is reliable but somewhat suspect due to it's hand me down nature.
Talk of a new car came and went over the years, appropriate dinner time conversation for friends who grew up in west Marin at a time where your car cost more than your house, and more importantly was your link to the outside world. Maybe the final straw was his car's pivotal role in the final days of my marriage. An event in which 'Christine' unexpectedly rolled up its window on my ex's arm, requiring her parents to break the glass with a champagne bottle, creating a bonding experience between them, and widening the gulf between us (Lewis, Vasco and I drove up just in time to witness my ex passed out on the grown surrounded by shattered glass). But that's another story for another time. So, I've kept my eye out for a suitable ride. I found a few BMW wagons but they were generally beat, and the good ones would sell before Lewis got up enough interest to check them out. Fast forward a year, and I'm cruising craigslist and find a good car. I call the owner and forward the mail to Lewis. He's interested but his sedentary life makes it hard for him to leave his house for anything other than surf. Not bad priorities mind you, just slightly at odds with actually purchasing a car. So, at this point I've decided that its my role in life to get Lewis a car. I arrange a meeting for later in the day, the owner drives up in a beautiful 2002 525i, I take it for a ten minute test drive, take him and his car to the bank, withdraw 500 dollars, and call Lewis to tell him I'm placing a deposit on his new car. He's surprisingly ok with this, I guess resigned to my role and accepting of the fact that he will be buying this car unseen. Which is something I could never do, but in Lewis's world it all makes sense, after all he's never really seen any of his other cars before they landed on his doorstep before, so why should it matter now? After filling out the deposit paperwork I call my garage and arrange a pre-purchase inspection for the following Monday. Monday rolls around and Lewis and I surf mediocre OB and then I drive him down to the mechanic in santa clara and leave him there to see his new car, and go over the paperwork with the owners. my job here is done, mission accomplished, Lewis has avoided the car buying experience. Rudy's only comment is "Lewis, this car is too nice for you". http://agnoli.posterous.com/deferred-maintenanceComments [0]
For all of you out there feeling guilty about that juicy slab of meat you ordered last night, here's Nicolette's op-ed piece in the times.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/31/opinion/31niman.html?_r=1&emc=eta1 And a link to her book http://www.righteousporkchop.com/
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Amge is making breakfast, and she's put vanilla and cinnamon in the batter. There's also something about pre-toasting. So it soaks up more batter.
We await the results.
+Gio
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From: Lewis Samuels Makoto caught us on skype mid-froth yesterday after a couple days of stand-up irish kegs.Unfortunately, we'd lost all our best shots to a corrupted memory card. But as you know, Shayne Ferber does not give up easily. (Just ask the Irish lad who witnessed Ferber sideslip over the foamball through a pigdog death-shelf barrell... The irishman paddled back out and commented to me, "Crikey! Your midget just scored an incredible tuberide!") Shayne recovered our data too after downloading contraband German recovery software at the local pub. Here are a few more shots for Makoto.
Don't worry, no photos of me surfing.Avery, Ryan, Why aren't we there?
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