I was once downtown during one of those things and never have I seen so many grown men wearing kneepads.
Rallied a twofer at a North Coast tried & true. Last night: Junk. This morning: Less junk. Perfect to come back to my senses after a month of no water time. Walked the plank both sessions with little to savor, but nothing to complain about. Log certainly came in handy at low when the only working peak was an outside bar populated by a 4 or 5 janitors. They kept missing waves, so easily got my fill of waist-high crumblers and chest high closeouts. Lackluster surfing for lackluster conditions, but what the hell-- it's either surf or riot these days apparently.