I picked up my custom wetsuits today. Both of them are phenomenal. The fullsuit has some buttery neoprene that, of all things, smells incredible . . . if you're into that wetsuit aroma thing. (Of course, once I've peed in it a few times it won't smell so wonderful anymore, will it? What? Too much information? Prudes!!!)
I'm no longer lamenting the summer that never was. Or at least I thought I wasn't until I tried on my shorty john—the one I won't wear at all this year because the water is too damn cold. That little blue suit is just right. My first shorty john was too long in the legs. My second one was too short in the legs. As I've said before, I'm not built like the women who served as the fit models for the wetsuits you find on the racks at the surf shops. I've got a little more here, a little less there and some wide shoulders that do some serious damage as they stretch the neoprene around my deltoids past its ability to provide warmth. Getting suits that fit is a treat. The price was right too. (No, they weren't free.)
All in all, it was a good surf-related day. I decided it was time for something completely different. Therefore, today's session was on the Bluegill. I had fun in the fog and chop. Then again, I usually have fun surfing, especially when it's not crowded. After the session, I headed out to the OC to pick up my wetsuits and do an interview with Dano for an online surf publication. I've been wanting one of his boards for years. Today's sit down with him only made my Dano board lust worse! Dano's a great guy though. I dig his personal aesthetic . . . and his boards.
Pray for surf and warm water so that I can wear my new shorty john at least once before the year is over!