Drained by Doldrums

Making the most out of this trip has been one of many goals I've set this summer. The lazy islander culture has definitely set in, but with so many activities to dig into nobody should be bored here. The only days I've let the sunlight go to waste are the ones I've spent hungover, or sore and healing. This weekend was supposed to be the best one we've spent here, but things fell apart a bit. It happens to everyone, and with all the fun I've been having lately it's really only fair that a couple days float drearily off into the China Sea. I did get to party with some old friends, and get a window into their lives. They took me to the new Globe & Anchor building. One is making 70K a year and refused to let me buy pitchers of beer until he couldn't walk, and the other is trying to get married to this excessively voluptuous woman. It was hard to not gawk, and I'll leave it at that. I'm not exactly the 'clubbing' sort, but after a few drinks the music just speaks to you. I got asked several times why I had long hair, (as everyone and their mother in the club were military) and found out I have some superhuman drunken billiards skills. I cannot make five balls in a row in that game, but that Friday I definitely finished a game in four or five turns. Coco's was delicious, and completely decimates Waffle House or Whataburger. Curry and rice with whatever you want in it; add to that a piece of Nan bread and some potato curls... Genius.


Another great installment is FamilyMart. Think 7/11 on steroids, flipped Japanese style. That means cheap sushi for breakfast. A vital stop before surfing or on car trips, FamilyMart's are amazing. This Saturday was supposed to be the 'big party' that everyone shows up at, but it was a bit weak in comparison to my hopes. Beer pong persisted on the first level, along with appetizers, pizza, and Super Smash. The second story was for the 'adults', which I am one of now apparently, and gossip while watching the beer pong through the glass patio floor. The makings of a true party? Almost. People showed up slowly and stayed late, it was fun for a nerd (Ie:me) but probably not the majority of people that came. The last thought of the night for me was, "uh oh, I have to get sleep according to the surf report!" I ended up sleeping in late, past my alarm clock. The depressing mood of this post may stem from the fact that I didn't see any surf today, although I heard it was supposed to be excellent. I spent the day skating instead, and scoping out the low-tide snorkel crowd. Low tide meant no surfable waves, but people-watching wasn't a bad alternative. Once I grew tired of that, I hit the gym. Risner to be exact. I am a firm non-believer in crowded gym atmosphere, so I got in, did shoulders and abs, and got out. (The logic there is that I need bigger paddling muscles to keep up with the better guys!) The rain left the track wide open for Robbie Reign, and I got my full 3 miles in. I figured that as long as I exercise hard, I can rest hard tooWe also watched Robin Hood this weekend, which was always my favorite Disney movie. I love the idea of a virtuous thief, even though the movie was more geared towards revenge and corruption. Russell Crowe is super badass, just for the record. The more lazy days like this that I have, the more eager I am to leave island and make way with my plan for the semester in college. It's not exactly an exciting one, but putting my face to the grindstone would help me forget all about the lack of woman in my life at the moment. Not that I want to get into the vast, dangerous realm of love and emotion again, but loneliness does take it's toll. It's a good thing tomorrow is Monday, and I can go into school tomorrow with something to do. Each following day holds soccer, basketball, soccer again, and God-willing, surf on every day! A guy can wish right?