Pleasure Point 2010
"this unremembered state which brought with it no logical proof of its existence, but only the sense that it was a happy" This is my man Proust
About 35 years ago I was a kid surfing Pleasure Point. It was fun and all I can think of are the good times we had there. It had me thinking of a young Marcel, drinking some tea his mom brought to him in his made up town of Combray. Now Proust spent his whole life living with mom and was openly gay although not sucessfully gay. He was sick most of his life but wrote beautifully. I couldn't read it in French only English but still cool.
Anyway he completely trips out on the tea. The tea as he drinks it brings some reality to his exitance and memory. Although it gets weaker ever time he drinks it. He tries to hold the memory and make it real but the tea becomes weaker as he tries. All he can reason is that his sense of memory is happiness.
Well I won't prented to understand Marcel, but I did like reading it. Like a good song that you couldn't really get the lyrics to.
But, I went back to Pleasure Point this summer and surfed it with about five of my friends and my youngest son.
It was awesome. We had it on a small day so there really wasn't any crowd. Just us remembering fun times and trying to hold on to memories that were just out of reach. The more we tried to look backwards, we realized that we had this incredible day together. My Kid was stoked and ripping. We planned this reunion for about a month and brought together a good crew of the my freinds growing up. We laughed surfed, came in and surfed again. And like Marcel, we couldn't put a hard reality to what it was that was good all we knew was that we were happy.
