2/9/10: Byron Bay, Australia
Having been in a relationship with Kevin for the last five years now, I’ve come to learn many things about him. He drools in his sleep, he is terrified of oranges, and for twenty years of his life, he didn’t know that pickles are cucumbers. But then again, for twenty years of my life, I thought cilantro was parsley and parsley was nameless. So you see, we’re perfect for each other.
But the one thing that I’ve learned about him that I am still having trouble getting used to, being the hyper-competitive person that I am, is that Kevin is better than me at pretty much every game or sport that exists. Golf, arm wrestling, poker, Boggle, Scrabble (yes, he is better than me at Scrabble, I admit it!), ice skating, roller hockey, chess – you name it, he’s better at it. Let’s take field hockey for example. I played field hockey in high school, and Kevin has never played it in his life, but give him a field hockey stick and throw a skirt on him and he’d be out there kicking my butt in a game of two-person field hockey (if there were such a thing as two-person field hockey). And sure, there are things that I’m better at than Kevin – taking naps, shopping, eating fruit, chopping vegetables – but they’re not exactly things you can brag about. Ok, maybe I could brag about the napping thing, because I am a WORLD-CHAMPION napper, but not about the other stuff.
So our first surfing experience was a nice little ego boost. I won’t say that I laughed at Kevin during our surfing lesson yesterday, because that would be mean, and I’m not a mean person – but I can’t honestly admit that I wasn’t a teensy (eensy) bit satisfied that there was something – finally! – that I could be better at than Kevin.
Unfortunately it didn’t last too long. Our second surfing lesson started off rather inauspiciously today with me putting on a wetsuit inside out. (In my defense, Kevin zipped it up the back and didn’t know it was inside out either.) This was pretty embarrassing, especially since everyone else managed to put on their wetsuit properly.
We then took to the water, where Eric, one of our instructors, chastised me for going after “a crappy wave. If you’re going to spend all that energy getting out here, spend a few more minutes and wait for the right wave.” Which is super advice – and I would definitely would have put that advice to good use immediately, if only I could tell the difference between a crap wave and the right wave.
A little while later, Mike, another one of our instructors, had us paddle to some deeper water so the group wouldn’t be so crowded in one section. A bunch of us set off toward the other side of the beach, and I paddled (with great energy, I might add) in the same direction, watching as everyone slowly got further and further out in front of me. Mike, who was paddling with the group out in front, paddled back to me and said, “You are the worst paddler I have ever seen.”
And then he looked behind me and saw Kevin bringing up the rear of our group. “But he’s not much better.”
Words to live by.
Picture of the Day: A Byron Bay sunset.