The heat, the job, the family...we just couldn't put it together this week. So no post swell wingfest, no beer. NO BEER??!! Nope. Well, maybe. (I am enjoying a cold brew as I delineate this blurb). Myself? Though late outta work, I managed to grab the stick and hit Holiday's on 66th for 'bout an hour plus.
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| 66th Street Solitary, but no confinement. 7/21 |
Carving a lone session, the waves were pretty much a repeat of Sunday. Mostly knee to thigh rights pushed and chopped by a southeasterly wind. The churn created enough closeout action to stay alert. Bad enough no grub, but a broken board too... would not be cool. Don't take much. I squeezed enough in to gimme my fix for the night... even a light floater. Left with stoke. Nothing more to ask for.
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| Stick 'round til next time. |
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