endless summer

so last night at 11:40 i got the call (well, actually missed the call, but got the message).

'hey kent, its kris (yes, he, spells it with a k). brandon (brown, of chilli davis fame), nick (lyon, of no fame) and i are all going to do a little night surfing. nick is coming over to my house right now and we are going to head on down to the water. we'll stop by on our way to the beach. there is a full moon tonight and the water is about 70-75 degrees (an over exaggeration. its probably 68-69. which is still quite warm. and while that may not seem like much of a difference between 70 degrees, you can really tell the difference in 1 degree warmer when it comes to ocean water. and the difference between 68 and 75 degrees is like comparing ugly betty with jessica alba. there is no comparison. jessica alba went to condit elementary school and el roble jr. high, both located in claremont, ca (remember how it rocks?), she is clearly superior).'

anyways, i was tired last night and my first response was to not go. i even took out my contacts so that i could use that as an excuse when they came by. plus, i had to give a presentation/argue in class today and i really hadnt done much preparation for it. but then zach jumped on board (pun intended) and i figured that its my last year of law school, and these types of phone calls rarely come around, so i better aprovechar, or for all you non-spanish speakers, carpe diem (or carpe moment).

so i threw all reasoning off, put on my boardshorts and headed out. and let me just say, it was spectacular. the water was warm. the moon was full. you dont have 100% visibility. you can see enough. you can see that a wave is coming, but you cant really tell until the last minute how big it really is, which makes for some gnarly wipe-outs for a beginner like me trying to catch a wave out of my league. but maybe its actually a better way to learn. if i could fully see the wave developing and see what i was getting into, id probably back out, but because i couldnt, i just had to go with it. and its not like the waves were so big they were dangerous or anything. just bigger than ankle slappers (im really trying to use a lot of surf lingo to fool people into thinking im so so. cal and really surf a lot since i live in surf city usa).

anyways, for as much talk as i do about the east coast and how great new york is and i should move there blah, blah, blah, there are moments, like last night, where i dont think that any living arrangement could beat what i have (well, besides the obvious one. but even that one could be contested at times. some days im pretty sure id rather be single in huntington than married in ontario). but, i really feel that it is my duty as a single twentysomething year old to act irresponsibly and to play instead of work. i mean, isnt that why we are all still single?