It's been over a week since I've had a good chat with Grouchy; He's been busy with his new girlfriend Roxy and from what I can tell things are going great. You can take a look at the post about him bringing her home right here if you like.
He came out to my home office today and we had a chat about him feeling claustrophobic, a condition that I'm not surprised he feels considering he's spent the better part of eight days locked in his bedroom with Roxy. I'm surprised he can even walk!
After a bit of chit chat he came out with a simple statement.
"I'm going surfing bro."
I glanced out the window of my office at the cloudy, rainy day, turned back to him with a raised eyebrow and said, "shit day for it brah."
"Dafuq you sayin' G-dog, a little rain will never hold a dedicated surfer down!"
Since when Grouchy became a dedicated surfer I wasn't sure but I just nodded and said, "well mate, if you want to be a shark biscuit, then be my guest."
He shuffled around for a bit, seemingly working up the courage for something and then..."Can I take the Bug dude? He meant my Volkswagen Beetle.
"I just washed it mate," I said with annoyance. "Can't you take the bus?"
"The bus!" Grouchy levelled a dead-pan stare at me. "Grouchy don't take the bus yo!"
I wanted to punch the little bugger right in the face, but I held back somehow. I counted to ten in my head like my dad always told me to do before I was going to make a tough decision - Thanks dad, it worked. (Only took me 50 years to work that out.)
"Go on then," I relented. "But you're cleaning it up if it rains, and if I find a single grain of sand in it I'm going to kick your ass so hard my boot will come out your fucking nose!"
I'm not sure he heard that last part as he was off and running to get Roxy for their big day out.
"No worries cobber..." The words faded into nothing as he ran further away and slammed his bedroom door behind him.
Above you can see Grouchy and Roxy as they arrived at the beach and after unpacking. They drove my Bug right onto the beach, which means sand in my car that the little bugger better clean out.
Below you can see him getting in a little dry-land paddling practice before he hits the surf. He chose his Malibu longboard today.
After some practice he took off down the beach towards the water. Roxy stayed back at the Bug enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing and, in her words, Grouchy's cute little butt as he walked off toward the ocean. Below you can see Grouchy looking at the sets and working out his strategy.
We have had some fairly stormy weather and the wind and tides have stirred up a lot of sea weed so the beach was dotted with mounds of it here and there. The water was fairly clear of it, so Grouchy said, and out he went, braving the cold.
The image below shows one of the mounds of sea weed that has collected on the beach and you can see some of the waves Grouchy was soon to be cutting up.
Roxy must be a saint; She waited patiently back at the Bug for hours as Grouchy just kept surfing and surfing; Eventually though he came back in, wet and bedraggled with a big satisfied grin on his face.
You can see him here standing by his board, a beer on the top of the esky, Aussie for cooler, while he tells Roxy all about how pumping it was.
They hung around and cuddled a bit apparently but as the day wore on it was time to leave. I think a storm rolled in and it started to rain anyway. Grouchy got the Bug packed up and they headed home.
I heard them come back in and after unpacking, and hopefully car cleaning, Grouchy came bursting into my office where I was still working.
Yo dude, rad barrels out there today!" He exclaimed.
"At first I was like, naw man just ankle biters, then I was like, hang on brah, bitchin' there's barrels!"
His use of surf-slang amused me so I prompted him to continue.
"I was amped and paddled out. I saw a barney have a go but he was clucked and kept bailing when things got gnarly. He wasn't a frube but was certainly a quimby, for sure.
Grouchy was on a roll here!
"I got out back waited for my nug and there it was. Before I knew it I was in the green room, standin' on that deck and I was stoked. "So there I was slotted and about to pig dog when I came across a fucking sponger and I wiped out trying to avoid him. I took a rail bang on the way down then got worked in the soup.
Grouchy was winding down now.
"It was funny though, I was walking back out and a shubie came up to me and told me how close I came to slicing the kook's head off with my fin as I bailed. I don't know who he was, some benny I've never seen before.
"Did Roxy have a good time?" I asked as he hadn't mentioned her yet and she'd come straight in and taken a shower.
"She did cobber, kept her peepers on me the whole time. I don't blame her, I'm a bit of a looker you know." Grouchy polished his fingernails on the right side of his chest to punctuate his awesomeness, an amazing feat considering he has no damned hands.
"No worries mate," I said. "And you're now off to clean my Bug up right?" I gave him a pointed look.
Grouchy yawned...A good rendition of a fake yawn mind you.
"Oh yeah, I was...[yawn]...going to take a shower and...[yawn]...grab a little kip first." His eyes darted this way and that. "I'll get to it G-dog, I promise," He said as he let himself into the bathroom where Roxy was still finishing her shower.
I heard some giggling, the sound of a flat palm on wet ass cheek, more giggling and figured my Bug wasn't going to get cleaned anytime soon.
Grouchy strikes again!
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