Elle is sleeping

So I thought I would write a little something.

I had a pretty lovely birthday. Jon, Pete and I drove out to Long Beach and surfed just west of Lido with Dutchie, China Ty, and FM Borroughs. Dubstar even made it out towards the end. The waves were decent sized, glassy, and super consistent. We surfed for almost four hours, sharing waves, dropping in on each other, listening to Franco regulate (excerpted conversation: Franco: Alright, lets spread out a bit. We're getting a little too clustered together. Pete: We're the only people out, Franco), and watching Ty and Dutchie give their childhood stomping grounds a going over.

We headed back to BK after stopping for coffee and a fritter at Star(five)bucks, and a bagel place. Bless got a ticket for "almost hitting a kid" while blowing past a stopped schoolbus (strangely, the bus was stopped in the left lane of a divided road, like in the middle, and the kids were getting out to cross the median, and, according to most state laws, you only have to stop for a school bus traveling the opposite direction if there is no median or divider, thus making it seem like a literal death trap for the bus to be dropping kids off in the median), but the guy let him off for a seatbelt violation.

I got home and rode to DNA to pick up Elle and ride our bikes back to her house for some R&R. We ate some hummus and crackers and cheese, and took a nap for an hour. We decided to meet everyone at Mollusk 'round closing time for beers on the deck and then headed to Fiore on Grand street for some fettilini al fruti de mare. Ben and JT came and represented SRQ. Pete pedaled his skinny ass over. Jon and Monia came and brought me Lance Arstrong's book and a bar of decadent Godiva. Jesso and Ilan came followed by Amanda S. Franco had to take a shower and comb his pomp and met us a little later at Fiore for a glass of White and a big slab of steak.

It was really a great day, mellow as it was. It was the first birthday I have not spent either out of the country or with family in a long time.

Jack sent me a video of Lemon swimming into the middle of the intracoastal, chasing a tennis ball with a caption that read : Happy birthday dickhead.

Jack is lucky, getting to lay around the romping room with Little Girl all day, getting lifted with my dad around the BBQ grill or the fire pit, helping my sis bake shit in the kitchen. I miss them quite a lot. Lemon has apparently maxed out at 32 pounds, which is almost twice the size she was when we were so blessed with her arrival into our lives almost a year ago. Little Girl is big now. When she jumps on the bed in the mornings it will hurt. As well as having very little comprehension of Other People's Space, she has very little understanding of her own physical presence and strength.

So, that's all for now.