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GuidoPalooza 1999. GuidoPalooza 2000 (Sept 2001). GP2K1 Prequel (early Aug 2001).
Yep, judging by this post, it seems that Rod's meeting with the Mind was
a productive one. I've appeared to have been successful in teaching
him the ways of confusion
By the way, the fine surf-debilitating
distraction presented by two of nature's finer-looking women was witnessed
by Flek and Myron at the Lion's Den, I believe. Of course, this happened
while I was en route back from Va. Beach. I did have my chance though....On
our last session at the lighthouse, Myron and I witnessed two or three
surfing beauties in the lineup with us. Of course, Myron was further
away trying to score some waves, but when he saw I was in prime position
for both some good waves and
GuidoPalooza 2001 (Oct 6-10, 2001). My reports are posted on the GP2K1 page - "Is Keener Kontagious??" (2001-Oct 4) and "The GP Theme Song and More" (2001-Oct 6). This year's GP trippers included KC Filer (MD), Sarge (NJ), Foon (MD), DeeDee (MA), Andy Woodard (AL), Todd (MA), John Ferguson (FL), Edmund (OH), Neal Carver (MD), Myron (VA), SteveM (VA) and Rod Rodgers (MD). Non-ASer guests included KC's wife, Svetlana, and Ferg's pup, Lucy. See the GP2K1 Trip Reports and Pics and a pic of (most of) the group in the Tranquility Base GP station. San Diego 2002 (March 2002).
Thanks, Dan, for contacting me about the
sesh. Thanks, Johnh, for letting me borrow the board.
Just thanks in general. I'm *really*
sorry I didn't get to spend more time with you all, but I'll save that
Kirk Mantay Visit (Sept 2002). Kirk and I played some e-mail and phone-tag before we finally set some definite plans for a 9/11 afternoon surf session. Only description I had was he had a white longboard with a deck pad on it. Before trying to find him, I never really knew just how many white longboards with deck pads on them there were..... I asked a few, "Hey, is your name Kirk by any chance." With some of the strange looks I got, I began to wonder if the howling wind, breaking waves, and my respectable distance made it difficult to hear. "I hope they are hearing the name correctly and don't thing some strange dude is calling them, 'kook'," is a thought that kept going through my head. Anyway, after about the third person I
approached, I finally met the real Kirk. Seems like a cool dude,
but we really didn't have too much time to talk.....We mostly surfed, then
talked on the walk back up the beach against the wind. (I wasn't the *only*
one drifting miles down the beach this time!). It was around
dinner time, so I thought maybe we'd have more time to talk if we decided
to hit some place for
Looks like the earliest I'll get down for GP will be a late-afternoon Sunday visit, then maybe one or two more afternoon/evening visits during the week, and hopefully an overnight stay through the following weekend. Hopefully one of these years, if the blasphemous-two ever heed my suggestions for GP dates, I'll be able to stay for at least a few days straight. GuidoPalooza 2002 (Sept 2002).
A great time was had by all. I wasn't able to spend the night so don't
earn any new "trip" points this time around. But I did surf with
Dan King. See the GP stories at the GP2K2
Stories and Pics page. traditions of WSD and Christmas, my report is to the tune, rhythm, whatever, of "Twas the night before Christmas" "Twas the Night Before World Surf Day" 'Twas the night before World Surf Day, when all through San Fran, Several surfers were stirring; contriving a plan; The wetsuits were hung by the doorways with care, In hopes that cold water would not cause despair; The surfers then settled all snug in their beds, While visions of sweet wavage rolled in their heads; And our boards in their places, and I in my cap, Had only the time for a short little nap, When then on the night stand, the alarm let a shout, I sprang from the bed to throw the thing out! Away to the lobby I stumbled on through, Threw open the doorway and called Dennis on cue. The trip to the street of the newly-met town Set the Mind to wonder, "Will this all go down?" When what to my reddening eyes should now show, but a miniature jeep, and eight surfboards in tow. When the driver then yelled, "Sully wants your hide!!" I knew in a moment, this must be my ride. More rapid than eagles the surfers they cam, and we whistled, and hooted, and called each by name: "Now, Sully! now, SteveM! now, Gioni and Gam(ixen)! On, lp! on Dennis! on, Donder and Blitzen! (gotta have profiles or it wouldn't be AS!) To the south of O-Beach! to the top of the wall! Now surf away! surf away! surf away all!" As small waves that before the larger swells grow, We decided in a moment, even Eddie should go. So out to the line up the surfers they flew, With the sea full of seals, and an East Coaster too! And then, in a twinkling, I saw on this day, The building and breaking of each little wave. As I drew in my hand, and was paddling around, Down on my head, each wave came with a bound. I was covered all in foam, from my head to my foot, And my board was all tossed like matchsticks and soot; A torrent of waves had kept pushing me back, And it seemed like forever to join the pack. (But once I did...) The waves -- how they glistened! their formation how merry! Their walls were like glass, their power to carry! Their fine little crests were drawn up like a bow, And the foam as they broke was as white as the snow; The deck of the board I held tight with my hand, And the wave, it sent me, heading to land. I had a great ride, even with a round belly, That shook while I surfed like a bowlful of jelly. I was happy and stoked, a right jolly ol' elf, And I laughed when I stopped, in spite of myself; (For with) A wink of my eye and a twist of my head, Soon gave me to know I had more paddling to dread; I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work, And paddled back out; then surfed with a jerk (oh wait, Alvin *wasn't* there!) Then resting my self on top of my stick, And giving a nod, acknowleged I was licked; I sprang to my feet; to the team gave a whistle, And away we all surfed like the down of a thistle. But we heard all exclaim, ere we surfed without Dave, "Happy surfing to all, and to all a good-wave!" *Most* of the details in the story were true. Paddling has never been my strong point in surfing, and this made it even more apparent. The conditions were small for OB standards (mostly waist high, but some shoulder-high and maybe slightly bigger on some sets), yet I still struggled. While it's mostly due to my slackness in this area, there were a few other conditions to give in my defense: 1) I really *did* have only 2 hours of sleep before we hit the surf, and that was after getting in at 3am from a cross-country flight. 2) The board that the Supreme Court (I go with that cuz I never know if he's Gam or his evil twin!) was kind enough to lend me was a little narrower and thinner than mine, so it was even harder for me to paddle. Lp later switched with me towards the end, but the damage had already been done....I was spent. OK, enough of the woe-is-me defensiveness and justification I usually try to avoid. Despite the struggles, I had a great time, and still managed to get some good rides in. It was cool to meet and surf with everyone even though it was only a short time. Definitely a hospitable, cool, and funny crew. Dennis shuttled me around; Gams lent me a board; Lp offered his board too and gave me a copy of his "Bumps" dvd; Gioni gave me moral support when I was washed up on the beach; and Sully let me throw food at him at breakfast when he started talking politics! Gams almost joined me as part of "Team Terror" in the foosball circuit, but had to bail because of a car incident (How did that turn out anyway, Gam?). That was cool, though, cuz I usually like to discover things on my own sometimes too, and it turned out well. Ended up with free cab rides and everything, and, no, I didn’t get them by hustling or betting... it’s just the way us “surfer/foosers” look out for each other. So, all-in-all, a great visit and my thanks go out again to everyone who was there.
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