Beat It

Soleil's French friends were visiting for Thanksgiving and they, Golfer and I went to Neverland, because it was in the neighborhood. Michael Jackson sold it five years ago and there's apparently nothing there anymore, except a black gate. Fans had left flowers and declared their love on the walls. The guard didn't want to let us in, naturally, and told us to beat it. What we saw on the other side of the fence was mostly dry desert, which wasn't very thrilling. But at least we had a good time in the car, singing along with They don't care about us, which now is an anchor for a warm and happy memory, play it for me and I will smile :-D.

When we got back there wasn't no sunshine, but still we wanted to go surfing. The waves were huge and the sky gray as a rock, but it's human nature to think that you're invincible and we jumped in. For an hour we fought the current, kicking frenetically when being caught under a wave, getting up again and paddling like crazy to get out from the shore. Don't stop 'til you get enough, well, you've had enough when half the ocean is in your wetsuit and the other half is in your lungs.

We ended the evening by falling asleep with the Usual Suspects playing on Eddie's HD projector.