The day before we went on this mid-week getaway to Mission Beach, courtesy of Luv Surf Rentals, I had a disagreement with a family member.I hardly slept before we left for the funky little beach community where Scott and I met nine years ago, which was good because I was awake at five a.m. ready to pack the car and beat the sun to the Crystal Pier. We only had an hour to surf since Scott had to be at work at 8:30.
The house wouldn’t be ready until 3 p.m. So, to keep myself busy, I went to the Ocean Beach Skatepark. I’m trying really hard not to break my arm before we go to Mexico, but I can’t stay away. I watched videos on Instagram for hours the night before to help me get to sleep and prepare myself for the park.When I got there, there was a guy and a girl sitting in the dirt near the bowl in the back. I tried dropping in on a little bump in the middle of the park that seemed close to the ground, but fell first try. The girl with funny white-rimmed glasses, who had been sitting in the shade, led me to a steeper, but less abrupt transition to try instead. I didn’t recognize her at all, but once she introduced herself, I was sure she was a friend of Dave’s. I invited her over to the house that night because we were having a small pizza party to celebrate Scott’s birthday. She told me she would write the address on her hand as soon as she found a pen and promised she’d try to drop by as long as she finished cleaning the roadkill that was in her car. Everyone Dave has introduced us to is a character, so I wasn’t the least bit surprised by her plans for the day. Although, I was curious what in the world she was going to do with the cleaned roadkill. I concluded she might sew it all together to make a blanket, but everyone else thought this suggestion was outrageous and instead decided she must use it for food. We can never be sure since she didn’t come by the house that night. Maybe she never found a pen.
Dropping in on my skateboard was every bit as terrifying and thrilling as I thought it would be. Even though I knew I looked like a kook doing it, nothing could wipe the happiness off my face. I do, however, wish I could wipe the softball sized purple bruise off my left thigh. I basically made myself promise not to cry while skateboarding, but this pledge is much harder to uphold than I expected.
Once the house was ready, we were welcomed in. There was beer in the fridge, wine bottles in the cupboard and three floors to stretch out in. Scott and I have never lived in a house with stairs, so having three flights of them was pretty exciting.
I was positive I was going to need a nap after the night before, but I couldn’t possibly leave this dream for some other ones. The house was everything we could have wanted for a getaway.
Scott and I sat on the deck drinking and talking, while our friends slowly began to trickle in to join us. We passed the camera around and let everyone take turns capturing their perspective on the party. Pizza was ordered, I wore the shirt and necklace the Luv Surf Shop gave me (they are the retail company associated with the beach house rental company and their stuff is really cute, comfy and well made!) and we all sang happy birthday as Scott blew out the candles on his pizza pie (yep, wax got on some of the pieces).
Watching the shadows change places in the grass in our backyard now, I am, of course, happy to be home. But a part of me will always miss that little house that held some of my dreams. And with a little bit of perspective and time away, solving the disagreement with my sister was much easier.