How is it that the month of March has already thus come upon us? It seems to me like I was just getting finished with Bizarro’s and my birthday weekend, which happened the first week of February and now I turn around and it’s March. Where did the time go? What happened? Hmmmmm…..My friends and I used to always joke about how days would get away from us. Now I guess I have moved on to entire months, maybe even years.
The Chris’ Birthday Bash
It was suppose to be a one night drinkers take all kind of party of Feb 6th. Instead it rolled into two solid nights of Wild Cat mayhem. This was an important year for the two of us. Bizarro was turning the big 30 and I had planned to announce my semi-retirement from the Santa Barbara party scene. It has been a great run, but I am pretty sure there is more to life then partying, casual sex and getting completely obliterated and I feel it is time to find out just what that is. I have had a long and fruitful run starting from when I was 13 years old back in Manasquan, New Jersey being held upside down for a keg stand by a dude twice my age to prove I could hang with the big boys. Since then I have been mixing it up with both friends and randoms all over the world.
There have been fun times, sad times, pathetic times and then the times I just can’t remember, mostly the latter. At 34 I am starting to feel my age and I think my body is telling me to seriously give it a rest. I always said that once my drinking began to affect my health and subsequently my surfing I would slow it down. Plus I sort of liked some of the positive effects in my day to day not being drunk, sick and hungover had to offer. Finally since Heather and I are giving things yet another go and a major part of our problems was my excessive social agenda stepping away made sense. Of course Lisanti can’t live with all work and no play. That being said I have limited my party appearances to just a handful of times a month and stay on the more sober side when I do. So far so good. Better to go out on top then found a bloated dead body lying face down on the sidewalk somewhere in a puddle of your own piss and vomit.
Surfing
Photo: Christopher Dunlea
I don’t really know whats to be said here that hasn’t already been done in detail in the surflog. El Nino started out strong bringing heaps of perfect angled WNW swell that basically lit up everything in this area. I even got a session at Sand Spit. Unfortunately I was stuck working most of the time and was only able to half utilize the swell on offer. Then it pretty much went flat for the back half of the month. For a very thorough look at the month of February in my surfing life click here.
Some early month point action. Photo: Christopher Dunlea
Work
I have come to the realization that I hate the act of working in general. Sure, I especially hate my job, but I don’t believe that matters as much as the fact that I hate that I have a job. More then anything I find it quite absurd that I have to strictly adhere to a schedule that has been forcefully imposed upon me against my will. I don’t really feel like I need to be at work from 12-8:30 pm five days a week. Honestly I could get the job done in like five hours. Why can’t I come in at 1 some days or if the surf is going to be better mid day come in at like 10 am, prep out all my shit, leave and come back at like 3? Its just asinine in my opinion. Yes I understand that one has to have order and conformity in the work place. Unfortunately my surfing schedule and my working schedule so rarely coincide with one another. Fuck work!!!
Maybe I would be more jazzed if I actually made some real money and got to live the “good life” so to speak. I don’t make shit. I have way too many responsibilities for my pay grade and most days of the week am directly in charge of anywhere from 10-30 employees. On the weekends I am the infallible boss. I do all this for less money then my superior pays to get his car detailed each week. I should just go get a second job so I can be less poor and then I wont have to worry about fitting in surfing cause there just won’t be anytime for it at all. Then again the second job would put me in a higher tax bracket and in the end I would probably have less take home.
There was a time in this country about 50 years ago where almost everyone made a real living wage instead of just 25% of the population like it is now. I swear one of these days I am either going to cash out and disappear to someplace with good waves, cheap living and no crowds or go postal and start taking heads. Blaaaaaaah!!!!! Fuck it, I will just commit kitchen seppuku with my 7″ boning knife.
Besides that I don’t really know if there is anything more to really say about the month of February except that its fucking over. Looks like El Nino has decided to quite on us along with the entire North Pacific. With some luck there might just be a few fun wind swell days here and there. For the most part I am looking at six months of shitty south swells, long gas and money burning drives to either Malibu or Jalama and of course absolutely terrible Emma Wood. The only upside is with te coming of May and the end of the semester approaching I have only two more months till being laid off for the summer. The downside to that: absolutely no money. I may have to suck dick for crack and then sell that crack…happy March everybody!!!!
Whoot, Whoot, small, shitty windblown Emma Wood for the next six months!!!!! Photo: H.Rayburn
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