Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

I've surfed once on my 30th birthday. I managed to stand up on my very first try, primarily because the instructor pushed me in to the wave. Once he decided I got the "hang of it", he unleashed me on my own to do my own paddling. It didn't go well. The board I was using was so wide I struggled to get anything past my elbows in the water, let alone try to catch a wave.

This time around, I managed to get a board that was more appropriate to my height. We headed out the PB to do some surfing, only to have the locals move away from us when we told them we were from Vancouver. One lovely gentleman even said to me "Newbie? I can tell".

Of course it didn't help that the more appropriate board for my height was too small and I could barely paddle without falling off my board. In fact, I did a few times, much to my embarrassment.

After an hour or so in the water, sans catching a single wave, we decided to head back home and rest before heading out for the night's festivities. We ended up at a bar in PB with steins reminiscent of Oktoberfest.

As we made our way to the Comber, we of course stopped to pick up Santana burritos and dropped them off at home for the end of the night. (seriously, you don't understand how amazing these burritos are) It was at this point that Wayne became Nine. He decided to go get a piece of pizza, rumoured to be the size of his head. He paid $9 for a slice of pizza, which as Ed informed us, was about double what it should've cost. Oops!

Now, a few things about the Comber. Aside from it's ideal location, and it's deterring appeal to tourists, it smells. Of sewage. And it gets worse as the night goes on. But there's beer pong in the back. This is also the place where the largest Samoan I've ever met decided he wanted to dance with me.

He was about 6'5" and about 250lbs. I refused to leave the little stage I was standing on. It was awkward and very uncomfortable when the last song of the night came on and he wanted to slow dance. My arm didn't reach past his side. Before the last song could finish, he decided to introduce me to his 10 siblings who were all at the bar as well. And then his sister decided she needed a picture of us. Awkward!

Needless to say, our love was not in the stars that night and we parted ways as amicable acquaintances, never to see each other again, even if Wayne and Dennis wouldn't let me live it down for a while.

The next day, we were in for a treat, a deck birthday party was being thrown for a friend. Stay tuned!