Although I may have failed at sky diving, surfing was an adventure I like to think I accomplished. Perhaps not very well, but after many days of surfing down under, I caught a few good waves.
I started off at surf school to learn the basics. I woke up early and still hungover from partying the night before, but there's nothing like a dip in the ocean to kill a hangover (something I’ve learned all to well from Fire Island). The class was filled with 15 tourists wanting to fit in with the locals that made surfing look so easy. None of us looked natural or at ease, and our yellow boards and bright blue rash shirts didn't help much either. But like all other activities we did in Australia, it was about experiencing and trying new things and most importantly meeting new people from all over the world.
I started off at surf school to learn the basics. I woke up early and still hungover from partying the night before, but there's nothing like a dip in the ocean to kill a hangover (something I’ve learned all to well from Fire Island). The class was filled with 15 tourists wanting to fit in with the locals that made surfing look so easy. None of us looked natural or at ease, and our yellow boards and bright blue rash shirts didn't help much either. But like all other activities we did in Australia, it was about experiencing and trying new things and most importantly meeting new people from all over the world.
We spent the first half of the lesson on the beach on our boards, learning fundamentals. Over and over we laid on the board and then would jump up repeatedly. But the impatient NY born and raised sisters just wanted to get in the water and begin surfing. When it was finally time to get in the ocean and attempt to ride the waves most of the class crashed and were continuously running into eachother like a bad traffic jam on the FDR.
A few days later, Melissa and I decided to ditch the group and take a private lesson and get serious about surfing. But serious, was anything but what happened during that lesson. My witty, inappropriate, and flirtatious personality was out in full force and the combination of trying to learn to surf made for a great segment that I wish was documented for a reality television show (Snooki step aside).
Our Aussie surf instructor kept yelling at us you gotta face the beach, but with his Aussie accent all I heard was "you gotta face the bitch" -- I mean how could anyone take that seriously in the water?? After a few hours of surfing and many twin jokes later, I found my “sweet spot” (let the jokes pour in.. Gd only knows I had a field day with this one)
We left that lesson and our instructor didn’t know what to think about us New Yawkas. I'm still getting emails from him with remarks that he can't take his lessons seriously without cracking a smile and thinking of michigas when teaching other students about their sweet spot.
With the snowstorm approaching and the holiday weekend around the corner, everyone’s talking about skiing and snowboarding, but I can’t help but think about surfing! I guess my surfing days are over until summer… so for now I’ll put my bikini away and pull out my long underwear, but hopefully the pictures will warm you up...
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