I went out in Williamsburg last night and hung out with the hipsters. It was fun. I ate a bunch of empanadas I ordered from a street vendor while speaking horrible Spanish. I really should learn Spanish. We got a little tore up but it weren't too bad. I met cousin's boyfriend and was relieved that not only is he a surfer, he's a nice guy and not at all Benny-like. Go cousin!
I home and showered and my luggage has hopefully showed up by now. We'll see. Melah signed us up for a party tonight so I guess I should nap and then do that thing. Can't wait to hit the surf tomorrow and I don't care if it's flat or epic, I just need to get into my beloved Pacific.
Peace out, bitches!
2 comments:
so, are you surfing yet?
No surf on Sunday. Only errands. No party on Saturday night. It all fell apart and we stayed in. Surfing Wednesday. Maybe.
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