Don't Hate Me Because I'm Famous

Tuesday, February 21, 2006 | comments (4)
Last year, Catherine and I took a trip to Costa Rica. It was an incredible time, full of relaxing, and sunshine, and the occasional white-faced monkey or lazy iguana, and an overall sense of Pura Vida. Yes, it was a wonderful escape from the fast-paced world back in DC. In Costa Rica, time creeps along, not unlike a Sloth, an animal that is prevalent in the area.

One of the things I did while I was there was take some surfing lessons. Well, I'm happy to report that I'm now a surfing sensation in Costa Rica. That's right, the school where I took the lessons, has my mug plastered all over their Web site. If you watch the rotating photo banner at the top of the home page long enough, you'll see me, looking all cool in sunglasses. I'm also in the group shot on the homepage where the whole class is posing with their surf boards. I'm also in a few shots in their gallery which, oddly, contains a few mildly erotic shots like this one that have nothing to do with surfing. What's also funny about their gallery is that I'm in photo sets from January, 2005, and February, 2005, but I was only there once, and it was in April.

Anyway, that's just a technicality. The main point is this: I sell surf lessons because I'm so damn famous . . . and HOT! Even the guys like me. Especially the guys like me. Who knew this white boy from DC would hit such a level of fame? I'm thinking next year I might shoot for the Triple Crown of Surfing. Andy Irons who?

Incidentally, if you ever do go to Costa Rica, make sure to take surfing lessons at the Manuel Antonio Surf School. They're great teachers, and are sure to get you up on that board. They may even make you famous, like me. And I'm not just saying that because of my million dollar advertising deal. . .

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Comments

Who knew?

Posted by Amy on Feb 22, 2006 at 3:17:42 AM
I want to go to Costa Rica.

Posted by Laundro on Feb 22, 2006 at 8:47:36 AM
what do you mean, nothing to do with surfing. don't you know that's what you see when you go surfing. and what you get to get close to when you learn to surf well. come on, nothing to do with surfing.

;-)

congrats, famous friend.

Posted by sparkle on Feb 23, 2006 at 4:10:05 PM
Damnit! How have I been missing this!?

Posted by Rothko on Feb 24, 2006 at 10:44:04 AM

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