tico hendrix lives

Tico Hendrix lives, alive and well, right now he's somewhere between opera and led zepplin in the surf camp during the dinner shift. What a riot. The restaurant was packed tonight, which was a nice to see since it has become the official "low season" and pretty slow everywhere in town. After a few hours on my laptop I emerged downstairs for a couple of rum drinks, then a prostitute approached and told me that if I wanted to be "happy happy" it was ok with her. At least I'm assuming she was a prostitute. I was minding my own business at the bar, eating a crocodile roll from the sushi bar, she comes up and tells me this. Maria my bartender started busting up laughing, I got all embarrassed like a little boy and quickly finished my sushi and disappeared to my office. That was my Sunday night event. Ever listen to Vampire Weekend? Filling my ears with noise as I've heard every Tico Hendrix song known to man, heres a sweet b side- I%20Stand%20Corrected.mp3 that is unless I'm just again living in the jungle and Vampire Weekend is on MTV twenty million times a day. I'd really have no idea. I just found them after my friend Matt Neal told me to check them out, thank you limewire, thank you Vampire Weekend. Have you watched the Borat movie? I had. For some reason, I thought it was funny, but it didn't stand out as being in-my-face funny. Then last night, as I sat at home alone watching that dvd because I have no cable, I realized how funny it was. It was great to fall asleep watching it, except for when I woke up at 3am and that freaky Borat eastern-Euro anthem song was playing on the dvd menu, it gave me bad dreams about being in New York and having dudes with guns chasing me all over. I turned into the guy from the Transporter and had to rely on my expert kung fu to get me out of all kinds of bad situations. I guess you had to be there. Now that I'm living in Avellanas again (yes, could you believe I'd get sick of living above the bar?), even though I have thick curtains the sun pours in and wakes me up at 530am. I hate it. I love it. I love it more than I hate it. I've been sleeping in a cave, literally my room above the bar has no windows. Its depressing. I can sleep for hours and constantly question my alarm clock's accuracy around 7am, 715am, 730am, etc. By 9am I figure it must be right. In Avellanas I'm up at 6, ready to... well.... ready to surf. I still have no food in my fridge, I don't even have coffee filters, so basically its sleep, bottled water, Borat, and surfing sick waves in the rivermouth. This morning the swell had filled in big time, the rivermouth was overhead. I surfed my buddy Pat McNulty's surfboard. Some might say I stole it, I looked at it as borrowing, anyways, the waves were pretty big and good and I got some BOMBS. A great way to spend an early Sunday morning. I called Pat up later today to tell him about the surf, and the fact I surfed his board, he tells me he's bringing down a new one next month and that I can have this one. Sweet. Yes, I know I have tons of rental boards, and they're nice, but there is something about a super progressive longboard that makes me stoked. 10ft surf and charging. I like to mix it up between the longboard and the shortboard, lately its been longboard. I'm spending the night at WRSC tonight and waking up for the 6am tour, we're taking the boat and going to "that" offshore reef that is so good it deserves that we never mention it by name online. Its going to be good, and pretty big hopefully. I have the waterproof camera charged up with the plan of sharing some footage with ya'll soon. There is tons of swell right now, thats always a good thing. I am missing my family, I have two boys that I'd love to be chilling with right now, a few hours at a time seems to be the most I can get away at the moment. Maybe I'll fly to San Diego this week for a few days? Guess it depends on work, more waves means more work. I'm stoked to have a job that relies on mother nature as much as mine does.