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| 17898 | 228 | Post Malibu/SanO Notes | 11 | surfore | Sep 29, 2008 | 2008-09-29T06:04:51-0400 | Okay here’s a story (yes everyone who was there the first night heard this): I like to leave for the weekend a bit early so I can take my time coming down the coast, settle in, relax and get in a few weekdays of surf. I arrived at the San Mateo campsite about 5 on Thursday and set up my air mattress and beer - that's how I camp. The only other group in the entire ring, 140 something through 157, were a few guys in 155 who were sitting around listening to some horrible light jazz - ya know alto saxy Kenny G shit. I figured it must be the Texans so I walked over but it was dark and didn’t recognize anyone from the group. In a self-deprecating way I said, "Hey are you part of the internet nerd surf group?" They said no they were not nerds but did surf and asked if I wanted to join them around the fire. I introduced myself and realize, after my eyes adjusted, that the David who is shaking my hand is David Nuuhiwa and a few of his buddies. By the time I joined them they had a bit of a heat on already, I think they were drinking beer and a bit of wine too, but I had an unopened bottle of Knob Creek (Mongo gave me for my bday) and asked if they wanted a pull. We passed the bottle around and about an hour or two later the bottle was about 2/3 gone. David couldn't stand up, I was buzzed but able to move and then the talk of smoking a joint came up. One of the guys passed David, what he thought was a joint, and David went to light it but then pointed out, under closer inspection with a lit ciggie, that the joint was not a joint but a peanut shell. It was about that time when Benny and Snoop Donkey Log showed up and then Mongo and his buddy Jordon. I bid the trio a good night and proceeded to kill the rest of the bottle with the new comers and pass out in my truck. At about 2 am I woke up to find my air mattress had deflated and I was now sleeping on the wonderfully soft bed liner of my pick up. I pulled out the mattress and inflated it again, all the while looking over my shoulder for mountain lions the park said were lurking around, and climbed back into bed. At 6 am I got up and went over and pee’d (faked it with groans of relief while pouring out a half a beer) on Log's tent ringing in the new day. |