Hippy to the hip hip

Do you hear that sound of shattering glass off in the distance?  In case you’re wondering, that’s the sound of my dancing ambitions once again being crushed by the cruel, cruel sledgehammer of reality and whatever the word is for the opposite of grace. Continue reading

The Search Continues

People windsurfing. None of them are me.

What search am I talking about, you ask?  Well, gentle reader, I refer to my ongoing search for a sport that I am able to perform without doing either of the following:

  1. Look like a total ass.
  2. Do myself grievous bodily harm.

Inspired by a smoking hot deal I found on the Groupon website, the sport I attempted today was windsurfing at Windsure Adventure Watersports at Jericho Beach.  As it turns out, windsurfing meets neither of my criteria. Continue reading