Actually I did finish the one on the right. Its an up up all-nighter, but less in a Girl On A Train way and more of a trainwreck, unlikeable couple way. A 28 year old author and she looks like this: no fair!
So we're back at the Family Vacation Centre at the University of Santa Barbara, with eight other families. It's our 11th year. You know the place... The students take the kids on adventures while parents do whatevs. Basically you don't see the kids all week. "Can't call it family" said one of the kids. Whatevs.
And for the 11th year running, all us mothers are back in the beginner surf lessons. We are all in our 50's. Our goal is to stay up for 10 feet. #DreamBig. We aim to rip, tear and lacerate the waves, ever the whilst suspecting that scrambling up and going along is our destiny.
And being over 50, these are the sort of conversations we have out in the surf:
Me: Zack, the instructor, looks like that actor thingumy whose father is whatsisname. He was in The Longest Ride.
Friend: I know exactly who you mean.
Me: (remembering five mins later) It was Scott Eastwood.
Friend: No, that wasn't who I was thinking of. (Nodding to Zack) So he was in that movie?
Me: Yeah, Scott Eastwood is teaching us surfing.
Friend: So The Longest Ride is a surf movie?
Me: No, it was about bullriding.
Friend: Makes sense.
Our fantastic instructors, Zach, Dom and Nena. Look at Zach on left. See?