Because I Promised a Long, LONG Time Ago...

So I remember telling you all (a few times) that I would post pictures of that fateful day back in the summer of 2004 when my surfboard decided to eat my face. That's right people: to start off the new year right, I bring you...

Surfing Debacle of 2004!

Starring: Me! And the waves that helped my board bite my face...



















I'm going to break you all in gradually, so for starters, you get to take a gander at this artistic rendition of Mount... something or other: can't quite remember the name offhand. But what I do know is this: it's 1600 feet tall... and I hiked it. I sure did! I made it all the way to the top without dying (remember: I was 40 pounds heavier at that point. Quite a success story people!) That was my first real feat of the vacation (well, that and coming face to face with a three inch long roach in Las Vegas, but that's a story for another time...) Moving ON!




















This is a view from the backside of the foothill that the house we were staying in (J.'s house) resided on. We were staying in La Mesa (if my memory serves me correctly), so this was the view if we took a 3 block walk around the "mountain" from J.'s house.



















This is me totally not ecstatic at all that I was on the beach at 6 in the morning: even though it would be my first time ever surfing. I'll have you know that Day 1 of surfing was a complete success... it was Day 2 that made this trip so darned memorable...

That's right!!! My surboard tried to bite my face off: to no avail of course: just gouged me really well and drew some blood. Nothing that this girl can't handle! In all seriousness though, I totally don't blame myself in this scenario, only because I was not properly trained in the art of the "tuck and roll". In the event that a wave (much bigger than you) decides to break right on top of your head, a tip friends: if that ever happens... don't THROW your board in the other direction hoping for a miracle! The wave WILL pick it up and shoot it roughly 122 miles per hour back at your head. Trust me. I've been there. Do yourself a favor. Jump on the board and hang on for dear life. That way, you won't do any sort of permanant damage to yourself or others. Hopefully.

So there were some nice drunken burnt-out surfer dudes (average age: 45) who happened to have a cooler full of beer and these handy-dandy freezy thingies on the beach at 7:30 in the morning, who were more than obliged to help a broken sister out in her time of need. This did just fine until a nice and handsome lifeguard came and whisked me away in his white pick-up truck (yes, it was just like Baywatch but with more clothes) to the first aid station where he proceeded to examine my eye and replace the handy-dandy freezy thingy with a more suitable ice pack.
























And this is me: proudly displaying my shiner, cuts, scrapes, and anti-bacterial ointment for all the world to see - in the San Diego airport. This will likely be the one.And.ONLY. time you will ever see me without makeup. Only because I am THAT proud of that shiner! But otherwise, yes, I am THAT high maintenance.

Well, I was going to post some more pics, but Blogger is insisting on making life difficult this evening, so I must leave you hanging for the dramatic conclusion of...

Surfing Debacle of 2004!!!

...Coming soon to a blog near you!