Monday, July 24, 2006

 

Capt'n's Log

Subject: Weekend Warriors

Surfed for 3 hours with Kara Lynch, an original Team Shredder member who now lives in Massachusetts, but who still visits the Team from time to time. meet me in Okemah is a project she did, and Black Russians is another, btw.
Jenny D came all the way up from Tijuana to say hi. Somebody got her party on the night before, though, until 5 am, and I think she was a little too under the weather to surf. Jenny D and Kara are both part of La Linea, also based in TJ.

l to r: Margarita, Jenny, Kara, Abril, Amaranta, and someone unknown to me (I'm sorry!)
They are a great writing/art/performance group.


Anyway, yeah, so The Mrs. came home recently with a really cute & unavoidably choady surfer magazine for me. We laughed at it and then I've since been reading it cover to cover. It has a list of "69 things you gotta do before you die, brah," which contains all kinds of choadishly predictable things, like "camp on the beach," "get barelled," "get a noseride," and my fave, "become a Dude temporarily," which basically says, don't bathe for a week, scratch your stomach under your shirt, and call your wife bro. Another item on the choad living the dream list is "surf with a legend," which is what Kara and I ended up doing. While sitting on our boards wondering where the good waves went, I turned to an older gent and almost said, "You look like Mike Doyle." But I didn't. But then I realized he really was.





Mike back in the day----->





Good times.
Uh huh, and then next it was time to go see our friends me and my arrow play at the Che Cafe. They were SO cute and good! The Mrs. and I were really proud.
These kids really know how to write good songs, and then sing and play them, too. The kids of today give me hope for tomorrow.
*Cautionary note to anyone over 26: don't attempt to drink many Pabst Blue Ribbons with the chil'rens if you are sunburnt & tired after surfing for 3 hours. It is possible that the for the next 24 hours you will be unable to do anything except waddle to the farmer's market 2 blocks away, take a nap, meet the chil'rens for lunch, take another nap, wake up for dinner, walk along beach at poignant sunset with The Mrs., nap again.

Comments:
Living the dream up in here.
 
hi capt'n. sounds like it was worth being tired after. especially the 3 hours of surfing, lunch, nap, dinner, and the poignant sunset. dreamy.
 
Kudos for keeping up with the kids, Capt'n! We're real proud of your undiminishing abilities to party here at the Gaylord! We're thinking of putting out a call for a poster chile, and you are definitely someone we have our eye on, orange roughy!
I do have to admit that it does get increasingly difficult to drink economical brews as we age. wish we had a spy cam of the poignant walk down the beach at sunset. sigh.
 
Beautiful fun times for Team S. We were in tandem with fun in the woods, wishing you were there.
 
Gaylord: Pabst Blue Ribbon, 24 cans for $10. Next day: ouch.
 
dubz: yes

MM: yes, beautiful fun times for all of us this weekend. Though I was living the dream here, I also wish I had been living the Norf*ckingeastern dream with youse there. Another time. But in the meantime, I like the parallel universe dream living phenom.
 
Is she a gemini?
 
Yes, if my memory serves me right, I believe actually is a gemini.
Somebody has been working on their psychic powers at the gaylord Rehabilitation Center West, otherwise known as Area 51.
 
Just got my package of casiens in the mail. Thanks, Gree C!! Now if i can only remember how to paint.
 
Capt'n! I missed you, no, we missed you at camp runamok! But it seems you had an amazing time without us. Please come here soon.

xoxox
 
Wow, amazing day, except for the waddling part I guess. I'm going to be calling mrs.Cub bro for a while, I'll let you know how it goes.
 
I don't know, Corns...the Mrs. is slowly getting further and further away from an possibility of being a "bro."
 
Warning, dream alert, dream of Capt'n, something about a dorm, no kidding. There was ginger tea involved.
 
wow,mm! it's like you dreamed leonard cohen's song Suzanne with you and Capt'n. were there any oranges?
 
Gaylord, negative on the citrus. There were clumsy attempts at fellowship in the hallways at the dorm. The tea was there for purposes of sipped comfort. The clumsiness was all mine, I assure you.
 
Oh, you mean cute alert. I feel that I should take the blame for any clumsiness in your dream, MM. I think anything "dorms" is potentially hott stuff.
 
Capt'n, the blame for your behavior in my unconscious is squarely now on your shoulders. I like this shifting of responsibility. I will take something on now for you, how bout it.

Dorms are a hotbed of sassy nuggetry. Just saying.
 
Can I room with you guys? I will bring my poster of Prince in a thong and purple boots standing in the shower...
 
Can I be the RA?
 
Please Gaylord! You'll be sneakin' out with us too, right?
 
I am waiting in the dorm. So far it's only me, maybe I am in the wrong dorm. I am cultivating marzipan mushrooms on my thighs.
 
Oh crap, are you in dorm #4?? I am in dorm #7 listening to Depeche Mode. I'll be right over.
 
MM, will you take on my orange roughy? I mean, metaphorically speaking.
 
peeds, got any Pabst Blue Ribbon and Wheat Thins? I just got some killer weed from our cute RA.
 
MM, I was wondering......do you want to cram for that exam with me?
 
Capt'n, I ain't got the thins, but I have plenty of Pabst. We can just eat some cardboard if we get hungry.
 
Cardboard would go well with Depeche Mode, I think, but for Prince we'll need something more bubbly, like pop rocks.
 
Pop rocks and 7-up? A taste explosion. We can play the Dirty Mind record on my mini turntable.
 
Just for the record,
Gree C. went to an all-girls art school. Supposedly the top floor of the dorm was dedicated to the lesbos. This is just what I've heard.
 
Oh I know that school in Philly. I always assumed it was 98.6% lesbo. In fact, one of the evil nuns that "taught" me in high school went there and taught there.
 
Just what did she "teach" you, peeds?
 
Oh, just some gesture drawing....and the things the nuns do to pass the time in the convent. That's all.
 
Is that where you picked up your "bad habits?"

ba-dum-pah!
 
.....cricket.....cricket.......
 
LOL. Don't let Mrs. Cub hear that pun...I think she's had her fill of 'em this weekend.

Yeah, those nuns have a very "close" family.
 
peeds, love ya, man. I gotta go take care of the needs of a selfish little taker now. Only an hour, and I'll get a fat check. Worth it. Talk to ya soon, I hope.
 
Post a Comment

Links to this post:

37 Comments:

Living the dream up in here.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 11:23 AM  

hi capt'n. sounds like it was worth being tired after. especially the 3 hours of surfing, lunch, nap, dinner, and the poignant sunset. dreamy.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:46 AM  

Kudos for keeping up with the kids, Capt'n! We're real proud of your undiminishing abilities to party here at the Gaylord! We're thinking of putting out a call for a poster chile, and you are definitely someone we have our eye on, orange roughy!
I do have to admit that it does get increasingly difficult to drink economical brews as we age. wish we had a spy cam of the poignant walk down the beach at sunset. sigh.

By Blogger Unknown, at 12:40 PM  

Beautiful fun times for Team S. We were in tandem with fun in the woods, wishing you were there.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:40 PM  

Gaylord: Pabst Blue Ribbon, 24 cans for $10. Next day: ouch.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 12:49 PM  

dubz: yes

MM: yes, beautiful fun times for all of us this weekend. Though I was living the dream here, I also wish I had been living the Norf*ckingeastern dream with youse there. Another time. But in the meantime, I like the parallel universe dream living phenom.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 12:52 PM  

Is she a gemini?

By Blogger Unknown, at 1:15 PM  

Yes, if my memory serves me right, I believe actually is a gemini.
Somebody has been working on their psychic powers at the gaylord Rehabilitation Center West, otherwise known as Area 51.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 2:00 PM  

Just got my package of casiens in the mail. Thanks, Gree C!! Now if i can only remember how to paint.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 2:02 PM  

Capt'n! I missed you, no, we missed you at camp runamok! But it seems you had an amazing time without us. Please come here soon.

xoxox

By Blogger PD, at 8:25 PM  

Wow, amazing day, except for the waddling part I guess. I'm going to be calling mrs.Cub bro for a while, I'll let you know how it goes.

By Blogger Corny, at 8:26 PM  

I don't know, Corns...the Mrs. is slowly getting further and further away from an possibility of being a "bro."

By Blogger PD, at 8:36 PM  

Warning, dream alert, dream of Capt'n, something about a dorm, no kidding. There was ginger tea involved.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 6:18 AM  

wow,mm! it's like you dreamed leonard cohen's song Suzanne with you and Capt'n. were there any oranges?

By Blogger Unknown, at 8:48 AM  

Gaylord, negative on the citrus. There were clumsy attempts at fellowship in the hallways at the dorm. The tea was there for purposes of sipped comfort. The clumsiness was all mine, I assure you.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 8:55 AM  

Oh, you mean cute alert. I feel that I should take the blame for any clumsiness in your dream, MM. I think anything "dorms" is potentially hott stuff.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 9:04 AM  

Capt'n, the blame for your behavior in my unconscious is squarely now on your shoulders. I like this shifting of responsibility. I will take something on now for you, how bout it.

Dorms are a hotbed of sassy nuggetry. Just saying.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 9:10 AM  

Can I room with you guys? I will bring my poster of Prince in a thong and purple boots standing in the shower...

By Blogger PD, at 9:21 AM  

Can I be the RA?

By Blogger Unknown, at 9:24 AM  

Please Gaylord! You'll be sneakin' out with us too, right?

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 9:26 AM  

I am waiting in the dorm. So far it's only me, maybe I am in the wrong dorm. I am cultivating marzipan mushrooms on my thighs.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 9:40 AM  

Oh crap, are you in dorm #4?? I am in dorm #7 listening to Depeche Mode. I'll be right over.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 9:52 AM  

MM, will you take on my orange roughy? I mean, metaphorically speaking.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 10:15 AM  

peeds, got any Pabst Blue Ribbon and Wheat Thins? I just got some killer weed from our cute RA.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 10:26 AM  

MM, I was wondering......do you want to cram for that exam with me?

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 10:55 AM  

Capt'n, I ain't got the thins, but I have plenty of Pabst. We can just eat some cardboard if we get hungry.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:12 PM  

Cardboard would go well with Depeche Mode, I think, but for Prince we'll need something more bubbly, like pop rocks.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 12:30 PM  

Pop rocks and 7-up? A taste explosion. We can play the Dirty Mind record on my mini turntable.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:49 PM  

Just for the record,
Gree C. went to an all-girls art school. Supposedly the top floor of the dorm was dedicated to the lesbos. This is just what I've heard.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 1:00 PM  

Oh I know that school in Philly. I always assumed it was 98.6% lesbo. In fact, one of the evil nuns that "taught" me in high school went there and taught there.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:58 PM  

Just what did she "teach" you, peeds?

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 4:29 PM  

Oh, just some gesture drawing....and the things the nuns do to pass the time in the convent. That's all.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 5:30 PM  

Is that where you picked up your "bad habits?"

ba-dum-pah!

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 6:05 PM  

.....cricket.....cricket.......

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 6:05 PM  

LOL. Don't let Mrs. Cub hear that pun...I think she's had her fill of 'em this weekend.

Yeah, those nuns have a very "close" family.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 6:33 PM  

peeds, love ya, man. I gotta go take care of the needs of a selfish little taker now. Only an hour, and I'll get a fat check. Worth it. Talk to ya soon, I hope.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 6:39 PM  

Very nice site! Dell latitude cpi a recovery disk His training bra shirt club http://www.free-black-jack-game.info Battery bosch car free pop up blocker trial Fire alarm installers uk Aniston divorce pitt reason

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 9:21 PM  

Post a Comment



<< Home

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?