A Hot SoCal Christmas
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I was shore support yesterday for an amazing local tradition: the Dive’n'Surf Christmas Tree Dive.
Fun was had.
Photos taken.
Toys for Tots collected by the local FD.
The SubAquatic Conifer gets decorated with veggies that have been drilled and strung on hemp cord.
Except Drill-Dude didn’t arrive this AM.
Faced with bags of peppers, tomatoes, lemons, radishes and more peppers….and miles of hemp…we dug in with Spydercos, Bic pens, scissors, anything with a point.
I alternated yellow and orange and red pointy peppers. Very pretty.
It was aromatic, wet, and messy.
It was funny.
After we’d been suitably smeared, drill-boy arrived.
My hands dried and I set up gear.
Everyone else went in.
I’m was on hold… dive buddy was delayed.
Apex Dive Buddy calls and fires off a brilliant rant over the inadequacies of disposable coffee cups: Hard to carry, easily spilled, not-compatible with WFO life-style.
He makes me laugh so hard my stomach hurts.
Hmmm.
I remembered there was Starbucks and cookies at the sign-in table, now warmed by the sun.
Sip of coffee. Yum.
Bite of fudgey cookie. YUM!
The icing, softened by the sun, left a yummy smear of choco on my fingers.
As I smooch the chocolate off….my mouth lights up like Vesuvius as millions of peppery fire molecules glom onto any tastebud in a storm!
Ow ow ow ow!!!!!
OMG I’m laughing so hard I spilled my coffee from the flexi-cup….and now I’m laughing harder.
Eating with your hands.
It’s not for sissies.
Christmas in SoCal!!
~C~
