Robin and I thought we might try to surf on our own today. We decided a few days ago that we might have graduated from lessons with Brian. When my cellphone rang last night, though, imagine my surprise when I heard Brian's voice on the other end. He was calling to find out if we were coming down today. We hadn't contacted him for lessons like we had in the past. "Yeah, Karen, are you dudes coming down tomorrow?" he asked. I answered that we were planning to be there at about 1:30. He said, "Cool, I'll see you dudes then." At first, I was puzzled. But, then, I thought perhaps Robin had arranged the lessons. She had been surfing on her own in Galveston on Wednesday. (She texted me at work to let me know how great the waves were, a rather cruel text since I was sitting in front of a computer attempting to write a story about a state designation for some online education classes.) She had seen Brian that day while surfing. He helped her buy a cover for her board. Today, when she met me at my house, I told her about Brian's call. She had no idea why he had called. When we got to our place on the beach, Brian waved and said he wanted to surf with us. He wasn't trying to give us lessons, he was just out there to catch waves with us. It was alot of fun and, even though he yelled at me a few times for something I was doing wrong, I enjoyed his company. He says we're his favorite dudes and calls us Barbie 1 and Barbie 2 because of our blonde hair. He makes us laugh. He's not charging us, just surfing with us and giving us helpful hints. He can ride any wave, no matter how small. It's good to have a competent, experienced surfer to surf with and to watch. The two Barbies definitely appreciate it.
