Crew: Klaude, Dais, Khang
Time: 1900-1945, 45 min.
Conditions: Onshore wind, choppy, horrible, and cold.
Klaude calls and says he's heading out to Porto. Khang and Dais are supposed to be there already. I had just told Lauren that I'm on my way to do some laundry, but I can't pass up the opportunity to see my friends again. I also have Klaude's board bag to give back to him, so I head out to meet him there.
It's good to see the boys. We shoot the shit and have a little small talk about my trip. There isn't much time, so we head to the tanks to paddle out. It's crowded and the surf looks like shit. We're all fiends, surf fiends, looking for that feeling of being on a wave to end the day right. It's funny how even in the poorest conditions, we need it; it's like a drug.
I hit the water first but struggle to catch anything. If I remember correctly, Khang draws first blood, and Dais gets a couple waves too. Klaude and I are disappointed with the conditions. I catch one good left that actually has shape, but when I look in front of me, Dais is right there paddling out. I could try to maneuver around him, but it's not worth the risk, especially on a session like this. He's cheering me on and smiling. I step off the rail to avoid a collision, no gripes.
The Manhattan meter maid is out there again, ready to collect for the city. The goodbyes are short. We all part separate ways, hoping to get together again this weekend.
"klaude got 0 waves today. what a noob"
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hey, at least we got our feet wet... instant happiness right there!
still need that epic sesh though. i feel eluded!
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