I was at this really awesome party.

There was booze flowing like a river, a killer band and loads of fabulous people. The band front man stopped playing so that he could make an announcement.

All of a sudden one of the NY Rangers skated in and said something about the President of the United States and how he was outside and wanted to come in.

I started to panic because I didn't make enough cupcakes.

There was also something about hot air balloons and possibly a monkey... ..

And then my alarm went off.

I dragged myself to my computer to see how the wind was looking. The general consensus on the shout box was that Yirrell Beach was the place to be. I'd never been there before so I figured what the hell. I had gotten shafted at PBay earlier so I was itching to ride a bit... The only problem was I still needed to finish schoolwork. The forecast called for the wind to drop early afternoon so that actually made me feel a little better - I wouldn't be so bummed having to leave early if I knew it was not going to be spectacular later.

Yirrell is a really cute beach. Lots of soft sand and not too much seaweed. The locals seem very nice as well. There were no problems parking today but I could imagine that during the season that isn't even slightly the case. There was a nice mix of waves and some flatter water.

When I got there a kite was up and maybe two or three cars were parked. I pulled up and saw kitermike. Johnny and Patrick were already on the water. A few minutes later Jean showed up. I pumped up my 9m and played a little in the waves. The wind was kinda up and down and a few times it just crapped out. I really had no desire to pump up my 12 because I knew I was going to have to leave by noonish so I just worked it best as I could.

Soon the beach started getting populated. JohnnyD, Benny, Tyler, Kristof, Andrew and lots of other folks were pumping up like it was going out of stye.

What was interested was the vast array of equipment people were using. 9m's to 17m's, doors, surfboards, and plain old twin tips.

After a few mini-sessions on the water I had to call it quits and start wrapping it up. I forgot my towel so I applied my yoga-skills to get my top of without putting on a show. I was mildly successful:

The tied up straight-jacket looking arms are courtesy of Benny. Btw - there is a great little dinner/breakfast place on the way there - got me a yummy egg sandwich. They were super fast with my order even though the place was packed. Can't remember the name though.. But it's on a corner. You can't miss it. Anyhow that's where the little syrofoam tray thing came from.

As I was leaving more people were showing up - not sure how the rest of the day went - but I enjoyed my time there and I will totally be back!

For some more Yirrell views - check out Patrick's youtube link

Yeah this is kinda short - but I have to get that stupid paper done! <3