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A few years back myself and a few friends set out to surf Westport.  We all met up at Southcenter, 6am, coffees in hand.  Standard.  One of the guys (who i’ll nickname ‘Mateo’) wasn’t feeling too well, and was sipping on some orange juice.  Figured it’d help him feel better or something.

We piled into one car and hit the road, arriving at Westport a couple hours later.  The Cove was kinda working and so were the Groins.  We split up.  Mateo and another guy at the Cove and myself and the fourth guy at the Groins.  I guess the cove wasn’t working too well since Mateo and the other bro joined us out in the line up shortly after.  The surf wasn’t bad and we all were enjoying the junky waves we were getting.  Not too many people out either which is rare.

After about a half hour i noticed Mateo paddling in.  Weird, i wonder he’s going, i thought.  Maybe another half hour later i noticed Mateo sitting on the rocks in his street clothes.  We pretty much had just started surfing, there were waves and not a lot of dudes out so why would he be bagging it already?

The three of us that remained surfed about an hour more and then called it.  The tide was high so it made for a bit of a tricky exit on the rocks at the Groins.  Right as i was getting out Mateo came over to me and excitedly said ‘dude, you gotta come check this out!’ and started walking down the rocks a bit.  I was all pumped thinking he found some weird dead sea creature.  When i got to the spot and looked between the rocks all i saw was some weird slimey orange mess.  Like a huge dead jelly fish maybe?  I wasn’t sure but Mateo just started laughing at me.  The hell you laughing at me for?

Feeling kinda sick, sipping orange juice the whole way out to Westport, paddling in early, hanging out on the rocks in street clothes…ok.  I get it now.  Fucker.

I make a serious effort to handle biz before surfing.  It’s probably the one situation where being shitless is directly tied to my happiness.  But im not gonna lie.  I’ve missed the pre-surf shit and had to paddle in to lay cable.  Ever tried to push mush with a wetsuit half off?  Its not fun, and it’s tricky–if you blow it you’re prone to hosing your suit with butt mud.

Mateo blew it.

Here’s the best part of the story.  A month later, myself, Mateo and another friend were out on a pretty small day at the Jetty.  Mateo started recounting the story to the other guy and he started laughing.  Mostly at me for getting tricked into looking at it.  Then he realized who’s wetsuit he was borrowing.

The End.

ps, i have like 6 wetsuits right now.  i have an extra 4/3 hurley, xl, black, used maybe 10 times, if anyone is interested.

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