A post from SoBo

Tonight, I'm writing from SoBo, my favourite restaurant in Tofino, and quite possibly (most probably) the best. Karen is in town today, so I had spent the whole day looking forward to this evening's surf session. Work was entirely acceptable, not free of the unfortunately usual nonsense. The plan for the day was to meet up with Karen and her friend after work, and we would go for a surf, with her friend the surf virgin learning on my shortboard (wouldn't you know it, the dude is so gifted that he rode a wave standing up already on his first session (I hate people like that, but, this guy seems pretty cool)). ULTE2 would also be there (someone recently referred to the present state as "the luxury of his absence"... I hadn't thought of it that way, but I guess I had been rather enjoying it for the last bit). I met up with ULTE1 before meeting with K and her friend. The more people I meet, the more I like ULTE1.

K showed up at my place at around 5:30, and we loaded up the cars and went to Cox. ULTE2 would meet us there. When we got to the parking lot, it was clear that we didn't need to walk down to take a look-- all the right cars were there. We got down to the beach (stinky from dead squid) and I went right in while K gave her friend a lesson. I caught the first wave I went for-- a left that went on forever-- and then the next one, and then the one after that, and on and on and on. Every wave peeled left and seemed to go on forever. I was walking the Bluepath. I surfed alone until Ralph paddled up to me, and, coincidentally, that's when good waves were replaced by conversation. Eventually, K and ULTE2 (I guess there's no "E" anymore) came up and said they were heading in. I stayed out and didn't catch better rides. When I finally got to the parking lot, Ralph jokingly called me a wave hog (I think he was joking...).

I went home, showered, and, as I showered, had further thoughts about dinner. I could just eat whatever I found... or order some greasy take out crap that I wouldn't enjoy... but I decided to fully commit to the HSH tonight (had a pretty good start today), and wanted to score fully on #1. I called SoBo and asked whether it was too late for dinner-- it was, but they told me I could come down anyway... so I wrote most of this post while sipping a Phillip's dark lager while waiting for my halibut with the signature orange carrot cream sauce, and am finishing this post while I sip my lemon ginger tea and wait for my blueberry crumble. All there is left to do to conclude this perfect day during which I suffered (and suffer still) a toothache that radiates to the very back of my neck (is it possible to overdose on maximum strength Orajel, 20% benzocaine?), is to sleep beautifully well.
My blueberry crumble is here (and it's so, so, so very good). Bonne nuit. (and by the way, be good to yourself, because the only other person on earth who can be that good to you is your mother... and let's not tax them quite so much... having children is punishment enough)

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