"GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!"

Karen said I sounded like Sargent Carter this morning when I called to tell her the waves had finally come up. Now, see here you weather forecasters, no one called this one. No one said anything about any swell coming up today, even though it was nothing really, by the rest of the world's standards. So, what prompted this swell? Was it the humiliation that Lake Michigan was bigger yesterday? Was it my lucky number coming through? I had never even thought about that until someone mentioned that today was 8-8-08. I woke up and listened to the weather radio in the middle of the night and heard "...three feet at eleven seconds" and that was all it took to keep me awake. But, it was all just another let down, really. When I got to Crossovers at dawn, there was one guy out, but with the tide going out it looked pretty weak. I called Karen because I knew she had to be at work early. "GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! ARE YOU SLEEPING?" I said. We met at the pier within minutes, and no one was even out. NO ONE. There was a swell, definitely, even though it was very inconsistent. I saw Elizabeth's dad, and we talked a bit. He said the waves looked "sweet." I said it was the biggest it had been in way too long, and he knew because he had been riding his bike on the beach every morning. So Karen and I caught a few pretty decent ones, and then more people started showing up. She had to get to work, so I left too, deciding to go check Crossovers again, hoping the tide would help it. WRONG. That was a waste of time and gas, as it looked worse than it had before, with even more people out. It was closing out, and looked smaller than the pier. So, I thought... Matanzas! WRONG! I drove all the way there, only to find it smaller still. I paddled out anyway, because it looked like a mini-New Zealand, all green and empty. There was a reason it was empty. IT WAS SMALLER than anywhere yet. I drove back to the pier, but by then the tide had filled in, and it was brown and only breaking closer to shore and more crowded than ever. UGH. Then I checked the messages on my cell and knew it was over. I was needed at work. As I drove on home, I checked my other message. It was Andy. He was going to secret spot on the waverunner and was asking if I wanted to come along. DANG!!! Thre was no way I could get out of work to go, and the further I drove, the further down in my seat I sank, imagining what I would be missing while I was making cupcakes and quiches. Of course, as soon as I was entrenched in it, and Karen was leaving to go home, I called the report and it was the best of the whole day. RIGHT THEN. There can be no other addiction that is so reliant upon so many factors.