OK, web world. Holy shit, I have had a hectic two weeks. I thought competing took it out of me, well you should try and get married. It is fucked up. I had the best time on the Gold Coast. Nailed some serious waves while the Quik Pro was on. The bank at Snapper was as good as it gets and the whole line up was always seriously packed. I could never surf there on a regular basis as it is just too crowded. I would do a Martin Bryant and end up just taking a shotgun out there and popping off people left, right and centre.
After getting a 17th to Bede, I was super pissed at the time but after watching him surf the rest of the event I realised I was beaten by the most in-form surfer. He surfed unreal and the semi between him and Kelly was one of the most inspiring ever.
Me and Vaughn Dead smoking it up.
After this, I made my way down to Avalon where I had a horde of family members from home and Hawaii waiting for us. The whole world goes a million miles an hour when you are tying the knot. I was drunk for a week with all the festivities, and the big day IS all that it’s cracked up to be. It’s a banging time when you have all the boys come and celebrate a dynamite time with you.
It’s one I’ll never forget and I strongly advise doing it. Even if you just fake a marriage, the party that you have is so insane it’s worth it. Fuck, why not just marry some chick then get annulled the next day. You get really cool presents.