Dave is…
As exhausted as he’s ever been.
I have never seen a more ragged group than the ones that gathered limply together this morning. The couple hours of sleep everyone got after a late night of pillaging and breakfast at Cape Town icon Melissa’s Bakery did nothing to offset everyone’s battered systems. I wasn’t capable of really eating and Justin looked like he got run over by the Jolly Roger not drunk on it.
Yet for some reason we thought that another round of surfing would cure us. Gabe swore it was a great cure for a hangover. And so despite our shattered bodies, the terrible waves, and the high winds we made a go of it.
Now the cold water was a useful shock to the system, the waves were way too shitty for mediocre to poor surfers heavily hungover. They broke randomly and on top each other and just kicked our ass. I felt bad for Katie who in this state had decided to give surfing a try for the first time. She managed to catch a wave or two without really getting up which was cool but the wind caught her board early on and threw it into her giving her a nasty bruise and ending her outing.
Justin didn’t make it much longer but of course the rest of us didn’t know he’d bowed out and when we couldn’t find him we had a brief scare. Specially when we saw a dead seal floating in the surf. From a distance it looked a lot like something in a wetsuit. The asshole was just blow drying his hair in the locker room hairdryer.
As if that wasn’t bad enough the wind was so bad when I called it a day it caught my long board and blew me halfway across a gravel strewn parking lot, which was pretty brutal barefoot.
Post surfing, extra exhausted I somehow got talked into going to see Quentin Tarantino’s 2.5 hour new film, Inglorious Bastards. It was interesting, it had its moments but it really felt like I was watching excerpts from a much longer film. And it was rough after such a long weekend to sit that long in a packed theater with broken air-conditioning.
And if that weren’t enough I got home just in time to turn on the Bears-Bengals game. And that, unfortunately, proved the one act too far. After pushing myself mightily this weekend I just couldn’t take watching the Bengals slaughter the Bears like that. I turned it off at half, making it the first time I have ever turned off a Bears game before the end. Doing so hurt. Even worse than this weekend’s effects on my body.
I need some rest. And the Bears need some defense.