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| A quick check before parking on Rosecrans |
Loc: El
Porto
Time: 1130-1345
Crew: Shan
Conditions:
4 FT, sunny, light offshores, consistent, walled, and crowded.
A morning session’s out of the question
because I must finally do some of my Christmas shopping before my family’s
dinner. I shoot out texts to my siblings, asking what my nieces and nephew need.
I also have to coordinate where I’m going to look for these items. Shan, Dais,
and Khang tell me that they’re paddling out. I tell them I’ll see them soon
because I figure I’ll be done in an hour.
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I don’t make it to Rosecrans until three
hours later. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t the women’s clothing
that I had to search for; it’s so difficult! I don’t understand women’s sizes.
Why not just have it set at XS, S, M, and L?
Shan’s
on his way, and Khang and Dais are already by the sandwich shack at Porto. As I
make my way down, I feel the power of the noon-time sun, striking me from
directly above. It’s a perspective that I rarely get. I usually surf really
early or really late, but not at this time.
I find Khang’s van in the Porto lot, but I
can’t see the guys in the water. In memory of Fransauce, I lift Khang’s wipers
to leave him a message. I paddle out between the north end of the Rosecrans
break and the south end of the sandwich shack, in the saddle where it’s not
breaking that much. I sit next to other stragglers that are avoiding the crowd
as well.
Mostly walls come my way, and I pass. In
frustration, I paddle closer to the right that’s breaking near the sandwich
shack. And luckily, I catch two rights here but get no more than two turns on
each ride.
I spend a little over two hours in the
water with only a few good rides to show for. The wind starts to change. I
never run into Dais, Khang, or Shan, so I head back up on Rosecrans.
As I’m changing, I hear someone yell, “Is
that Donny Duckbutter!” I look and see Shan walking up the hill, dripping wet
in his wetsuit with board in hand. He tells me he was at the Rosecrans peak and
that he got some good rides. I ask if he’s hungry.
Steve’s
Burgers:
I’ve always seen this burger joint in El
Segundo but have never eaten here. We order the burger combo which is $4.95. I
whip out my wallet when Shan says, “No, man, I got it. Get me next time.” I’m
more than thankful . . . grateful.
Bri calls while we’re eating. She says she
left her work shoes at my place. I tell her to stop by the burger joint to grab
my keys.
When she pulls up, Shan and I watch her park.
Shan smiles and looks at me. “We’re gonna be dogs forever,” he says.
I smile and nod my head. I hear the car
door slam and her footsteps approaching us. Shan’s eyes widen and rise as she
sets her hand on my shoulder and says, “Hey, baby.”
I stand up, give her a hug and kiss. Shan
doesn’t smile. Instead his mouth is slightly open, lagging behind the welcoming
lift of his eyebrows. “Shan, this is Briana. Briana, Shan.”
After she grabs her keys and goes back in
her car, Shan turns to me and says, “Good for you, man!”
Official:
I’m sitting in my realtor’s office, nervous
like it’s an interview. He hands me some documents to sign. I do. He hands me
the keys to the place. I thank him. The first thing I do is call Time Warner
because I need Internet, at least Internet. From there I head to my new place.
It’s empty. I’ve done it . . . I’m here, I’m back. I’m an El Segundo resident
again. Even though the place is empty, I spend a half hour wondering where I
should put my TV, my computer, and the couch. . . . Will they even fit? I don’t
know. All I know is this . . . It’s gonna be a BITCH moving all my shit in. I
set a goal to be completely moved in by Friday.
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