Less than optimal

Me and my ex-roommate and good friend Robert, made a random decision to go to Ocean City Saturday morning. It was close to 7 P.M. and we were making final preparations for what was supposed to be a huge party (and it was), I asked him if he wanted to come with us Sunday. He said he was in. I forget the rest but we ended up making the decision to leave directly from the party the next morning.
The party turned out to be one straight out of a movie. Some kid was left his multi-million dollar house by his parents. Kid decides to throw a small party, word travels fast, and before he knows it representatives from more than 6 high schools and at least 15 colleges. There were more strange faces than i could shake a stick at. I strained to find people that weren't foreign to me. Of course, all of the typical big party scenariosoccurred: Beer pong, bong rips, fights, people trying to push, owner getting decked through a window, cop scares, more fights, unabashedly making love in public areas, drunks falling into the covered pool, etc. The party was abruptly ended after the third major fight broke out. I made my piece with the owner, thanking him (and appologizing) for the party before leaving. From there, we (robert, Luke, Julia and, I) made our way across the street to an old friends place. The rixeys were having a smaller party, one in which you would know everyone once you entered the place. twas a goodtime.
We slept in the car and woke at sunrise. Robert had forgotten to pack his wetsuit so we doubled back to his place and made way to OC. He slept the whole way. Ocean city is an amazing city during the winter. There are no cars, no lines, no people and no showers. I think I saw 4 cars the entire time we were in the city, all at McDonalds.

We arrive around 9ish at the inlet, Robert refuses to wake up demanding "30 more minutes." I am unable to wait this long because I have just spent 2 hours fighting off the sandman, that and I was stoked to be at the beach once again. I suit up in my 5-4 Oneil mutant, grab my 6' Gary Wilson "Punisher" and sprint to the beach. I jump in about 200 yds north of the jettie and the Inlet and cringe at the loss of feeling in both my hands and my feet. The waves were waist to head high, wind was gusting from offshore really strong. The current was sweeping southwards at a fast pace.

I paddled for 2 waves, dropped in on the 2nd but wiped out because my backside sucks. I look back to the beach to see if Robert was coming out yet, no sign of him, but about 15 ft in front of me was the jettie. I look back out to the ocean and I see two big waves barreling towards me, ready to sweep my hungover tiny frame into the rocks. I ditch my board, b/c I cant duck dive white wash real well, and swim straight into the face of the first wave diving down at the last second. I feel the board tug at my ankle and i come back up and paddle again as hard as I can. This time I make it past the wave before it breaks and I look back to see if anyone saw what just happened, cause im a narcisist like that. What I see kind of worries me. I was in the middle of the inlet, quickly being washed to the far side and there was no one around to help. I paddled like I was trying to not to get caught on the inside at teahuopoo. I managed to break through the swirling current and dash inland along the bank of the inlet. Somebody finally sees me and calls to see if I need help. I reply and point further down the bank to a calm area, away from the waves still crashing on my rump. I watch as the man crawls over the safety railing and down to the rocks. He takes 2 steps on the wet rocks and his feet raise above his head in one swift motion. My heart nearly stopped, I was more afraid of having to climb up the barnacle ridden rocks alone in my brand new wetsuit than I was for this man who was trying to help me. Luckily he gets up after being stunned briefly and begins to walk towards me, very cautiosly now. I get to him and test how deep the water was. I could feel a rock under my foot, so I unstrapped the surfboard and handed it to him. he lays it up on the bank and returns to pull me out of the water.

Once out of the water I momentarily went into shock. I couldn't understand the english this guy was speaking nor could I form words of my own. I was fixed on the jettie that was taunting me. I snapped out of it and saw that my protector was cut pretty badly and bleeding from a few places. I invited him back to my car where I had a first aid kit. I gave him an ice pack for his head, 4 bandaids for his hands and 1 for his leg, some antiseptic, and a bottle of water to rinse the cuts out with. I thanked him again and we split ways. I get back in the car and Robert is still asleep. All of this occured in less than half an hour.

With Robert now being awake,we went to get food. Since we lived here over the summer we were well acquainted with where everything was. We drove to get some tacobell at 123rd st. we get there only to find its been shutdown and soon to be remodeled. In unison and at the top of our lungs, many a, "Fuck" were thrown. after our anger passed we went to McD's for som edolalr menu. we got there 20 mintues before lunch was served. I decided I needed something NOW. Robert chose to wait. I got 2 hashbrowns. Consumed them and got 2 more, then repeat. The cashier only laughed after our 3rd and 4th laps around the golden arches. We ate and let our food digest a bit before heading directly across the street to the beach. I wanted nothing to do with any kind of obstacle in the water.

To make it short and sweet, the waves sucked. They were big but they were all close outs. I got only one ride, Robert didn't even get that.

All in all it was a good trip, however I had to call and cancel the trip with my brother for today.