I haven’t even made the boat yet. I’m sitting here at the airport trying not to cry. I can’t really because everyone’s laughing at me. I’m wearing a santa hat I got at Sluttingham Palace last night. Slutttingham palace was described to me by a 22-year old girl as a place “owned by 3 old guys (um 35) who had parties to get girls.” She also thought I was 24. I’m thinking it was the hat, so I’ll keep it on and be 24.
Since we didn’t have time for a surf, Rod and I agreed to meet up for a drink in Bondi when I had a one hour window of time between meetings. Rod wasn’t so keen on my last-minute calls and scheduling but I trapped him into this one. Rod Kerr is basically a prepubescent boy in a 30-something year old body. He has a high pitched laugh that people turn to see. He’s always got a little lopsided grin and a boyish charm. He ran into Ravisis to meet me with his pants falling down, holding his belt, and causing a scene. We immediately hit it off.
People kept saying, “oh you are so lucky you got to see the Sculptures by the Sea! It’s only here for two weeks a year.” There were some fun sculptures, like shoes that looked like they were made of sand. However, for me, climbing over all the nerdy tourists taking pictures of every item even remotely resembling art…is not that fun.
I’m freaking out about the girls and then all of a sudden the road ahead starts breaking and these transformer things are digging up the road and then from the depths of the earth rises a large blue all-earthly superhero. He has his arms crossed and he’s staring down and says. “You won’t go further into these soils. Turn around. Go. Go.”
We ended up finding Jake because she heard his laugh outside a bar as we were wondering by. Next thing you know I’m watching a youtube video of Jake falling 65 feet onto a hardwood skate ramp, hitting so hard his shoes pop off his feet.
“So he’s done skating then, right?” I said.
Janae laughs, “Ang he just won another gold medal!”