Things started off rather amazing. Christmas Eve West and I caught some really fun Rincon in the morning See December 24th of the Surflog for more about that. Later the boys and I cruised back to the ‘Con. Conditions were perfect if only it was about four feet bigger. Then again if my grandmother had a dick she would be my grandfather. That is an old Russian saying I picked up from a friend of mine a while back. He would always tell me that in the water whenever I would say “it would be a ton of fun right now if the waves were six feet bigger”.
I ended up just bumbling around the rocks hunting for sea glass, shells and building rock stacks. I played with a few random dogs that crossed my path as well. Christmas Eve dinner featured steaks grilled on my coal grill in the back yard, a very nice bottle of French wine (It was Christmas so I decided to spoil myself). The wine ended up being amazing and as a result I would not put the cork back into it. The entire contents had to be drank. West and I killed the bottle since poor Kooky had to work. That kid is a go-getter. We capped the evening off with a viewing of Mel Brooks’ masterpiece “Space Balls”. How can it get better then that?
Before we proceed any further I find it of great importance to briefly speak on what happened or what may have happened on the night of the 23rd. It was West’s first night in town and all three of us were in the mood to rage hard. For whatever reason I bought a few days prior a fifth of Jose Cuervo. Now tequila and I are bad news. Whenever I get hammered off the stuff I get wild and those are the mornings I wake up with little recollection and big problems.
Of course I poured a few rounds of shots and it was off to the bar. On the way down, mini shots all around. Then at Wild Cat we did three rounds of Tequila shots, which we chased down with AMFs!!!! It was bad news. Turns out none of us remembered a thing, but all were in agreement that a good time was had. I know what little I do remember was awesome.
Skip forward to Christmas Day. I awoke Christmas morning to no tree, no presents, no family and absolutely no fanfare. Instead I woke up Kooky and West and we cruised to Rincon. The point was firing. The tide was a little high, but there was a light crowd and solid head high lines coming through. For the next three hours I dismantled the entire point taking four runs from Indies to Cove. Out of twenty four waves I caught at least fifteen were all time rides. Kooky and West got some fun ones too. Tom Curren was out with his sons and Yadin Nicol was all over it as well.
After a remarkable surf we rolled home for breakfast. We made a quick stop at Vons to pick up a bottle of wine for dinner since I ended up drinking the entire bottle the night before. This time I went with one of my favorite California red blends. It has been nice to splurge on some nice wine this holiday considering how tight my wine budget has been the last few months. At the check out counter the lady behind the register had some gnarly Christmas get up going that she finished off with her hair froed out and decorated like a Christmas tree. Don’t worry I took a candid photo with my cell phone.
Back at the palace Kooky did up his famous crepes (they are incredible, kid has skills), while I did home fries and scrambled five eggs. It was a feast fit for a king and we reveled in it. Upon the conclusion of Breakfast all three of us did the call home to our families thing and pretended like we missed them, all the while sitting on my back patio staring at the ocean enjoying the sunny 70 degree weather. Jersey was like 35 degrees.
Then it was off to Rincon for round two. Tide was a bit drained and the wind had gotten on it a bit. It was still chest high plus and there were some real nuggets coming through the cove. I had a few magical ones although tweaking my knee a bit in the process. Kooky got the barrel of his life through the cove. West had a good time as well.
Christmas dinner featured my acclaimed chicken parmigiana over gemelli pasta in my family’s old world marinara sauce. We ate, we drank, we shared story. Not once was there any disagreements, disappointment, or expectation. It was just three friends sharing a meal and enjoying each others company. If that is not what the true spirit of Christmas is all about I do not know what is. “It was the best Christmas Day ever”! The night was a whole different ball game altogether. Stay tuned for part III where things get just a little bit gnarly courtesy of tequila and Sancho Clause. For in life even the best plans of mice and men shall go awry.