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The West Virginia Surf Report!

March 13, 2008

Twelve Hours in Two Minutes

-- I had to run a few errands today. I got a haircut (from a dumplin woman with, apparently, cloves of garlic tucked in her folds), had lunch at Subway (a 12-inch turkey and ham sub, with lettuce, tomato, green pepper, and onion), picked up a prescription for the oldest Secret (double ear infection – days before leaving on our trip), bought a pair of jeans (to replace the latest victim of my denim-destroying ass), and topped off my gas tank at Sam’s Club (saving me a full three cents per gallon). 

And I hate to be a whiner, I really do, but I just can’t shake that low-grade “flu” I had earlier in the week. I felt like shit on the half-shell on Sunday, and much better on Monday. But I back-slid on Tuesday, and haven’t been able to pull out of it since then. Now I’ve got congestion, harmonica-neck, and a cough that feels like a million needles flying around.

Also, my left contact lens has been giving me problems. I can’t see without those things, glasses just don’t do the trick, but I’m afraid I’m developing one of those weird Ralph Nader wonk-eyes. And I can’t have that. Today I put the lenses in when I ran my errands, but have just been wearing glasses around the house. And everything’s in soft-focus, like on the Lifetime Channel.

Speaking of eyes, I can only close my left one, while my right one remains open. I can’t do the reverse. Can you? I try to open my left eye, with my right one closed, and it’s as if the muscles required do not exist. Is that unusual? Are you able to open one eye, and leave the other one closed, on both sides?

Here’s my non-detailed schedule for the next few days:

Friday: drive to West Virginia
Saturday: drive back from West Virginia
Sunday: work ten hours
Monday: pack and organize
Tuesday: fly to England

I’ll squeeze-out one more Surf Report update in that time, possibly at
4 am on Monday morning, and that’ll be it for a while.

But I’ll have plenty of pictures when I get back, and hopefully some good stories to tell. Toney convinced me not to take my laptop to London
. But I’ll try to feed you guys periodic updates in the comments, from the internet café “around the corner.”

When I was in Subway today they had a life-size standup of that Jarid character, holding a pair of his old pants. The things were enormous, and I considered going out to my car and getting the new pair I’d just bought, and having the Indian gentleman who owns the place snap a picture of me and Jarid together. With our big pants. 

But I didn’t have the juice to do it… Plus, I think those Subway franchise people view Jarid almost like a spiritual icon. And I didn’t want to to touch off a religious war, or something.

I also heard a man order the antisub: some kind of chicken deal they had to stick in an oven. I don’t care for hot subs at Subway, or the ones they run through the heat tunnel at Quizno’s. It makes everything kinda rubbery... Then the guy asked for,
get this, black olives and extra mayonnaise.  Chewy chicken with olives and loads of mayonnaise? Man, that’s just nasty-ass.

Toney said she almost blacked out yesterday, because of a Triscuit mishap. She said she swallowed a piece that was too large, and it went down horizontal. Ya know, flat? She told me she could feel the corner of the cracker
scoring her windpipe, and she gasped and gagged for several minutes. Today she’s experiencing mild throat trauma, and can feel where the hefty snack (Triscuits are very hefty) worked its way through the tunnel.

Do you have any choking stories to tell? My Dad worked with a guy who supposedly got choked on a nacho chip once, and coughed so hard the blood vessels in his face burst and he ended up looking like a black man. He apparently ran out on his porch in a fit of mad panic, went over the railing, and landed in the shrubbery below.

When he’d sat down with his bowl of chips he’d resembled Brian Doyle-Murray, and when he emerged from the bushes five minutes later, he looked like Nat King Cole. You know, if you can believe the stories…

Got anything on choking? Use the comments link below.

And I know this one’s a tad disjointed, but it was written over a period of about twelve hours. I’ll be back from Operation Andy Drop on Saturday night, and will tell you all about it on Monday.

See ya then!



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