Three weeks ago I decided it's time for me to see more live music again. I was hanging out with this cutie lifeguard watching some surf punk band with a horrible drunk wannabe Morrison lead. My company was far better than the band. Since then I've seen Matisyahu and tomorrow Steel Pulse. Steel Pulse!!! Haven't seen good reggae since the old Sunsplash days. Next week at the Surf Open Best Coast, Toro y Moi and TV on the Radio. Free Best Coast on the beach! Tonight I'm going with Annie and like 10 girls to see a No Doubt cover band. I am looking forward to a deep-fried avocado since we'll be at the fair.
To the hell yea. I rode my bike forever today. The headwind on the way back was hilarious. So much resistance that's the first time a bike ride on the beach path made me sweat. Like always I get a big smile when I ride, which makes everyone smile too. Which makes me happy. And smile more. The Open started today, meaning even more than normal little skaters everywhere and all the registers now accepting money at every concession stand. I don't think surf events happen til Saturday. Jayden and I have plans to be down there at like 6am...I'm going to watch a lot of surfing and not move much other than bike to beach to water to sand. Back to bike again.
Talked to Josh last night forever and it made me feel whole and clean. That's been happening more often with him. And so things move on. The admissions counselor at Pacifica emailed me today, they presented my application to the board, I am freaked out. And happy. Sometimes there's nothing else than Wait. This feels really good to me.
A prayer now for Derynne, for what is to come. What is to come, what has been, and the sacred in-between. Which is a great time to go get Stefani on, dance and dance and dance...and be.
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