Call Me Snake

Back in Tahoe. I'm not gonna lie, there's no snow. Some resorts aren't gonna open until the 21st. Lame. It's def cool to be here, but with no snow, it's not as cool as catching surf. Of course now that i'm nowhere near the ocean, it's FIRING overhead sets onto the California coast. And it's also tough to sell snowboards when there's no snow. However, it's SUPPOSED to dump on Thurs and Friday, so hold thumbs and big toes! In the meantime, I'm on the hunt for a bed, and getting lame paperwork done. There's a lot of back end work to a business that I don't particularly enjoy. Most if it has to do with paper and filing. I got blogged! On my way up, I had to go through my own personal Escape From L.A. thanks to a torrential downpour that stopped up traffic from San Diego to Ventura. I saw FOUR over turned vehicles, two of which were completely upside down! I also had to make a quick visit to Rip Curl in Costa Mesa, but I got a new wetsuit out of it so I'm not complaining. Anyway, I took another quick pit stop on Sawtelle to meet up with Martin from Giant Robot, and I'm glad I did. Not only did I learn about the GR operation, but I also had an awesome seared tuna sandwich at gr/eats, GR's own restaurant. I'd def recommend a meal there. This pic is from Martin's blog. We were cruising down the street, and the fuzz all of a sudden rocked up and got on this old woman for not using her turn signal or something. Hot Chip is rocking the pizzle. Oh, FedEx is at the door. 08/09 catalogs have arrived! Lates