Day After Trash Day

Had an excellent session today.  Paddled out to the reef after a short session inside and caught about 20 waves, all of which were a little small, but the vast majority of which were great rides.  Eric paddled out with a camera, and I'll get the pictures and post as soon as I get them.  Freakin beautiful out there today.  Jake tried his best to beat the break today, but it was just a little too much for him.  He gave up, ran up and down the beach, and eventually retired to the bar to wait for my return.  His greeting upon my return is as excited as when he sees me with board in hand, anticipating an upcoming swim in the Pacific.  Generally, when he beats the break, he'll swim for up to an hour while I surf, frequently heading straight out to sea.  I think he's positive there is another side to this huge pond, and there are unlimited numbers of dead ducks for him to retrieve.  

I find it interesting that I start out a blog with my surfing report.  I would bet nobody cares how my surfing session went today, but it's at the top of my mind.  It's amazing how an hour and a half in the water makes the day. 

I paddled in to the bar at about 11:00 and didn't get a chance to rinse off even before jumping into work, as Ingrid was slammed with a relatively early rush.  Worked in my suit, no shirt, covered in salt water.  It's not a bad life, really.  

Drove in to Jaco this afternoon to pay bills and take care of some business.  I find it amazing how I operate this bar on 100% cash.  No bank account, no credit cards, no internet payments.  I literally go to the grocery store (there's a window there called a "Servimas") to pay the electric bill, the phone bill, the internet bill, and then swing by the bank to pay the accountant and last month's tax bill.  All in cash.  Fascinating.  

And I bought a pair of shorts.  Combined with the shorts I bought a couple of days ago, I now have four pairs.  Abundance.  

So, I just went out to take some pictures of my coworkers.  The pictures here are of our guard, Flaco, who literally sleeps on the floor of the bar every night to ward off potential intruders, one of our two cooks, Randall, who's talents are for the most part wasted at this beach bar, and one of our two bartenders, Ingrid, who has the most adorable laugh I've ever heard (with the possible exception of Deshia).  Ingrid and Randall both pulled doubles today, while Flaco will take the night shift.  (Flaco is the one that looks like a Flaco).   

I just got a Facebook message from an old friend in Boston, Rory, saying he may make a trip down so I can serve him a martini.  After the hundreds he served me and Kris at the Redline in Cambridge, I'd say I owe him one or two.  Now if I can just find the vermouth that I wouldn't add to the Grey Goose.  Of course, the closest martini glasses for sale are in San Jose, two hours away.  Hope he doesn't mind it on the rocks.