The time was approximately 10:45am when I found myself circling the Ala Moana Bowls parking lot, determined to surf I stalked the lot for at least 30 minutes trying to find an open or soon-to-be-open stall (without being annoying and driving exceptionally slow or blocking traffic to wait and pressure someone who just got out of the water into leaving hurriedly), at the 30 minute point I could feel myself starting to lose it and almost started seeing red. I then realized there are very few things that can ignite such a fiery rage within, apparently desperately looking for a parking stall at my normal [never-this-crowded] break makes me curse all the people on holiday who came down to watch fireworks, BBQ with their friends and family, and hangout, "YOU'RE NOT EVEN SURFING!! WHAT THE HELL. F*********CK rahhh blahhhh laaaa."
I found a parking stall which ironically happened to be a stall occupied by some single-fin longboarder guy who had previously told me he wasn't leaving, but whatever because he conveniently vacated his space as I circled for something like the 8th time with no other cars around me, 'I'll take it!.' The rage dissipated once I was finally parked & attaching my GoPro setup to my board, the good thing about holiday crowds taking up all the parking is that the water is usually much emptier than it would normally be. I think the regular casual surfer would be smart enough to avoid the area completely on 4th of July due to the mass of people who flock to the beach to BBQ or they would be discouraged and either go look for another surf spot or give up on the idea entirely once they saw the chaos that was the Bowls parking lot but not stubborn ol' me- all I wanted to do was surf at my normal spot.
I had myself a wonderful 3 hours surf session with friendly people (except for one aggro female nihonjin longboarder) she muttered "asshole" under her breath when some guy dropped in on her but from where I was sitting he thought he was party waving with her & was smiling at her. Ok, let me just say the surf report was 0-2ft, really you're going to get mad that someone jumped on a waist high wave with you, wow, Oooooookay. I just smiled at her, f*ck if I cared I was having a grand ol' time. Duude, I had just driven around for 30 damn minutes trying to get a parking stall so I could get into the water & enjoy it, I enjoyed most of it until I started to get tired and stayed away from that wahine- negative vibes not needed.
I had a blast party waving and filming my fellow surf-aholics- honorable mention goes out to a classic single-fin rider doubt the board he had even had a leash plug, looked old the board was aged and that sunburnt color white boards turn over time, looked heavy, glassed-in fin, and he rode with style and grace. I sat on the inside left bowl- hardly anyone sits here, especially if there are only 10 people in the water, the peak was relatively uncrowded in comparison to a normal day at Bowls so most people took advantage of that. Toward the end of my sesh my friend, Justin paddled out, which was awesome because I used to see him all the time when I surfed more consistently, too bad he came out after my memory card was filled or I would have been able to capture his relaxed style and sweet nose-rides, his chill style has got to be because he's from Big Island, I could never replicate that. Oahu girls, we're frantic amongst a plethora of other things.
After my sesh I thought my schedule would sync with my other half's but that was certainly not the case, I was under the impression he would ride his bike while I surfed and we would chill out together after completing our respective activities, but as I was preparing to hele on over to his place he pushed back bike riding to that moment so I ended up falling asleep and being a very grumpy butt when I awoke. Earlier we had been debating whether or not to head out to Tracks on the west-side to meet up with his friends who were cruising there but we decided to stay in town, I didn't think he had anything planned regarding the fireworks show (it's like I don't even know my own bf or maybe I was in denial because I hate getting my hopes up for nothing) and I didn't want to excite myself if we were going to have drive around looking for nonexistent parking especially as evening fell upon us and the time drew closer to the show.
Just on a side note, I have this impeccable ability to share my grumpiness with those around me, if I am in a foul mood I suggest you steer clear because I will undoubtedly (and usually unintentionally) make you grouchy as well [I think it's because I am that much of a b*tch]. Anyway after putting my man in an exceptionally stolid mood I slowly began to realize he had planned something and my uncooperative unenthusiastic shit was bumming his trip and ruining his plans. I actually really wanted to watch the fireworks because we figured out we both had the day off earlier in the week but I was just tired and didn't want to hassle with the crowds and trying to find parking.
Scott went downstairs to smoke a cigar and I came to sit with him after I ate some dinner and at 6:45pm we got into the car and made our way to Foodland and bought a bottle of wine, went back to his house, I changed into some jeans while he emptied the bottle into his Hydroflask and added a few ice cubes, packed it into his backpack with a beach towel, then we started our brisk walk to Ala Moana Beach Park two cigars in hand. We got to the beach a little before Courts on the Diamond Head side with four minutes to spare, we laid out the beach towel, kicked off our slippers, took in all the excitement and sounds while we waited for the fireworks show to start. It actually started a few minutes early, how uncharacteristic of Hawaii, I thought if anything they would be on Hawaiian time but I Scott said when you're blowing millions of dollars worth of fireworks they would probably be on-time, like most times he was right.
It ended up being a fabulous show and we had a great view from the sand, it was super romantic, and I fall more in love with my man the more time I get to spend with him. We got a bonus show after the firework displayh because there were some people practicing fire knife dancing on the beach and put on a little show for the kids and spectators who were around. After we polished off the Hydroflask we embarked on our leisurely stroll home, by the time we got home I was pretty drunk, goodtimes.
Weirdly yours,
-K
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