It's a bit of a love triangle...

Being in love with a surfboard presents a bit of a problem... that is, as much in love as one is, the need for good surf remains. It is like the Leonard Cohen thing about how a relationship always has that third "other"...

Well... these are trying times... day two of super small surf. Of course, being in love, I went out anyway. I did get a few rides on the green, and had it not been for the super spectacular rides I've been having recently, I would probably have been ecstatic about these rides on the green... one in particular had potential to be inspirational, it was a long little ride that went from in front of 1431 into the corner... and given that it was a really really small day... it was, or should be, very satisfying.

But perhaps rides on the green is a little bit like heroine... you just always want more...

Of course... there was also one other thing that might have tainted the session a little. On the trail out to the beach, I spotted Board's Namesake's (BNs) car. He told me he would be here this weekend... but somehow it hadn't registered. The beach is big enough for us all, I'd thought. Well, I didn't see him surfing out there... but then at one point, I almost took off straight into him and his (I'm guessing) niece, who was being taught how to surf. Jesus. So I paddled out right away and away from the area (let's not interrupt this private family moment)... and somehow, after a while, ended up right outside of them AGAIN. I had never turned around so quickly.

It might seem a little weird to you... because, after all I had said about him... you'd figure I'd really want to see him and say hello or something... but there were two reasons why I couldn't. #1, he was with a child, and I'm afraid of children... and #2, I just got the sticker on there two days ago... I am NOT ready to have to do any explaining if he saw it. On the other hand... he'd likely not notice the big one, which is all covered in wax anyway... but then on the third non-existent hand, I am of the opinion that my logo is done so beautifully that anyone who knows the sugar logo would immediately assume that that's what it was... and on the off chance that he's a) from central Canada, or b) actually part of that Quebecker-Scot family... I wasn't prepared for a "hey, let's check out this new board of yours" moment.

The real reason, however... is that I fear the interruption of reality. This is the price we pay for insisting on living in and ruling our tiny, skull-sized kingdoms.