Burton/Channel Island Store Grand Opening!

November 29, 2007

Talk about feeling like a kid in a candy store. Went to the grand opening event for the new L.A. Burton/Channel Island store last night.


The place is huge – 16,000 square feet. More surf and snowboards than a girl could ever imagine in one place…


And surfboards….omg.burton8.jpg


The event was filled with alot of very cool and hip people who all looked vaguely familiar, probably pro surfers and snowboarders that I’ve seen in magz and such, but honestly, I didn’t recognize very many people. I did see Shaun (Flying Tomato) White and heard that Kelly Slater, Rob Machado, Benji Weatherly, Lisa Anderson, Sophia Mulonovich, and dozens of other team riders were either there or expected to be there, but it got very crowded and it was difficult to tell. I did see the big guy himself, Jake Burton, and think I was most star-struck by him.

They even have this sick skate ramp on the roof of the building…


After milling around for about an hour, Annika and I decided to go outside and play in the snow (they brought in snow for the night!!!).



Hannah Teter…remember the one who blew the gold medal at the last Olympics by falling at the very end of her run while trying to be cool and pop an ollie off the last jump…


And L.A. INK girl…don’t know her name…


This was the first time Annika and I have ever ventured into town together, too! East of the 405 Freeway. Imagine. It was like visiting an entirely new city. For a sense of action sports store gone mega, check it out – Melrose just west of Crescent Heights.


Santa Cruz to San Fran and back…

November 26, 2007

Drove up to Santa Cruz for the long weekend to meet up with Annika to surf (or not, as the case may be). We rented a local van to tour the area…


Unfortunately, when we checked Pleasure Point, it was high tide and not breaking…


There was one guy sitting out at the point catching a rogue, warbly peak that would pop up every 20 minutes or so, but he was clearly a local who knew exactly where to sit and how to catch the wave. It was about paddling left into the right, and then swinging the bottom turn under the warbly peak…


So with Santa Cruz a bust, we put the call into the wacky cast of characters up at Ocean Beach. OB was going off, so we headed up highway 1 to meet up. By the time we got there, they had already had a go-out, so we had to fortify them with hard boil eggs and muffins for a second go-out…


It was breaking heavy, solid 8 – 10 foot, so my gametime call was a pass. I knew I’d never make it out. But the others paddled out. There was a solid wall of white water on the inside alone that was brutal looking…


But once you made it out, there were some amazing gems to pick off…


This is one that went unriden. This is so far out though, you can’t tell by the picture how big it really was. Maybe next year (after surgery), I’ll be able to revisit OB and handle the paddle out.

Surfing over Thanksgiving

November 21, 2007

One of my all time favorite things to do in the whole wide world is to surf on Thanksgiving (and Christmas) morning. I know I won’t be surfing on this year’s Christmas morning (maybe going for a skate…), but I will try to surf this Thanksgiving despite the total lack of a functioning right arm. I just need to paddle out, and catch one wave, give thanks to the gods, (where did that come from?), and then head over to the family for the usual.

Annika has talked me into heading up north for the weekend to get out of town and keep me from going totally insane, which I’m apt to do. She wants to paddle out at Ocean Beach. OB is a heavy (sharky) break with a long paddle-out. I don’t think I’m up for it, but as one stalker-friend advised, I’ll make that a gametime decision.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Surfing this past weekend…

November 19, 2007

Was so discouraging I am having a difficult time making myself write about it. It sucked and I sucked. That’s really all there was to it.

On another note, I received a call from the surgeon’s assistant late Friday saying he had to postpone my surgery till next week due do a “family emergency.” Family emergency? I don’t buy it. He probably checked his calendar for the upcoming week and saw that it was Thanksgiving and decided, shit, I want to take an extended golf weekend in Palms Springs. Cancel all scheduled surgeries.

And this really screws up MY plans for Thanksgiving. I had planned to sit on the couch drooling in a percocet haze with an ice machine strapped to my shoulder pumping frozen water. I’m not making this up either. At my pre-surgery appointment last week, they showed me this ice machine contraption that I bring home with me that is comprised of a large wrap that surrounds my shoulder with a tube that runs to a machine that you fill with ice and water. The machine pumps frozen ice-water to the wrap that surrounds the shoulder, and I am to do this for 30 minutes at a time every hour on the hour for the first 72 hours post surgery. Damn. And yes, when I sat across from the surgeon as he wrote out the prescription for my post surgery pain killers, he said percocet – not vicodin – percocet is much stronger and he likes the strong shit. I filled with a warm and fuzzy anticipation at the thought of it! Ah….

So I will not only be able to just sit on the couch dozing in and out while watching football and having frozen water pumped to my shoulder, I now will be expected to actually help with Thanksgiving dinner and participation in family conversation. Dammit!

Family emergency! Bullshit.

British Paul and Annika!

November 14, 2007

They paddled out at Blacks last week when the swell was on fire!


Annika said she spent most of the time scraping for the horizon, but BP scored some good wave.


They also scored K38 with nobody out…



Venice Pier – Wednesday @ 8:30 am

November 14, 2007

Morning roll call…


Girls are out in force this morning.






LJ (going left!).


And Brook. Yay girls!!!

Happy Veteran’s Day

November 12, 2007

Beautiful morning. Offshore. Good shape. Small scale swell…


Quite a few out due to the holiday…


If you don’t have to work, get on it….


Scott Anderson…but don’t tell anyone.