no surficide or homisurf-yet.

girls to the left, girls to the right, hard core, no pants all over the place.

swim report for some day in the recent past. (o how the mighty have fallen):
the four girlies above swam out in some surf, cami and i blazed out over a mini set and we were fine, swam all around in beautiful seas, some swells but nothing scary until (insert scary music here) our trip back to the beach. sets were cruising in from time to time, we all know 'just wait for the lull' is mostly crapola but still, we hung out for awhile until our beloved claudia, who, i might add, is highly seasoned, has a million miles of easy and hard seas under her belt, yelled out "swim now! haul ass!" claudia doesn't yell and has an easy, quiet tone all the time so of course i completely freaked out. um, WHAT? WAIT! WHY? HELLO? i couldn't swim now or haul ass, i was waiting for SURFICIDAL waves! but in came dianadarling to save the day. (not the 1st time she has guided me in, she just ignores the tears and whining, lets me hang on to her swim suit and waltzes us in all ho hum and smiles) she tells me we weren't going to haul ass anywhere, we were just gonna hang and see what was what. turns out there wasn't much of anything going on, claudia was just hauling ass because she can.  (she can by the way, she has some serious power under that speedo)
so no rescue for me, no surficide or homisurf.
 (pick one, doug likes surficide, me too)
kind of cold whatever day that was, like 60 but conditions were awesome and the company outstanding. of all the swimmers in the world, how did i ever get so lucky to hook up with all my swim peeps?
CAN ONE OF THE 11 SUNDAY SWIMMERS REPORT ON THAT BITCHIN SWIM? I HAVE TO GO MAKE DINNER!

lftc-out