|Thigh to Waist slop. Nice lil' Spit. 4/25, Holidays.|
"While it's rollin,' hold on,
An let 'em know it's goin' on,
Like that, like that
Cold on a mission so fall them back
Let 'em know, that your too much
And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch"
By the third time coming up for air felt like a hammer, between the southeast onshore winds and the sub-50 water. This sucked. Rubber. Age. Stiff from lifting. (Cry much?) 48 degree water, southeast winds at 10 kts. The new suit held up well. Body not cold at all. Plenty of stretch. Still fu#king cold when that blast of wind hits the head...like a...a hammer. High tide made it even tougher to get out beyond the break. A winter without surf. Out of water shape. Frustrating. Fu#k! Why is it that I leave home and it's 70F; I get to the beach and it's mid-50's. Blows. And YES, I'm still whining. First day back. Need to appreciate more.
I do appreciate the local beer up for grabs. Old Dominion Brewings' Morning Glory Expresso Stout. Nice graphics. Smoooooth choco-coffee feel and taste. Poured a brown-black with a very thin brown head. Even the scent said "Expresssso!" Shared this one with my daughter out of a 22oz. bomber. This is a strong malty one, light on the hop finish. 9% ABV. Little nutty, not too sweet. A great stout. I rated it an A- only for the lack of final bite dispite the 35 IBUs.
"All the marinas, like the honky-tonks, were
beer and black-eye places. You could get a
drink and a fight in any of them at any time"
-Ken Stabler, "Snake"