A few days ago, all the locals were surfing the main beach break.
I decided to take a long walk around the point and take a look at this cove beach I spocked a few days earlier on a jog before the swell came. (I have a unique ability to find secret spots and set ups).
I anticipated correctly as I was able to surf this perfect right hand tube off the rocks to the head. No one out. (Took a picture from high above on the cliff after the session. It was bigger/better earlier, when I surfed it.)
What’s up now?
Now, you ask, “Where exactly is that spot?”
Do me a favor.
But I will say it is kind of near here:
Or maybe not.
In Gold News:
The gold bug has hit the shopping center.
Gold Max — said to be he largest chain of jewelery-purchasing stores — says it’s on track to open 100 gold-buying shops in Southern California within the next year. It already has seven Orange County stores.
One of the thing that constantly amazes me when I travel the world and swoop fly girls is how little competition comes from my fellow Americans.
The American competition is just paper thin.
You are way more likely to run into chubby Americans with beards, t-shirts and sandals than you are to run into American International Playboys with Custom Suits, Gucci Loafers, thick Bankrolls and Zippo Lighters.
It is pretty embarassing how shook Americans are abroad. And don’t get me started on American Beach Style on the Topless Beaches. (That being said, the Euro guy style is really bad too).
I am mildly surprised that more people out their aren’t embracing The International Playboy Lifestyle.
The US government really should start paying International Playboys for all the good PR work we do for our country.
One of the great things about The Del Mar Racetrack in Summertime is you really get some top tier girls rolling through. I am talking Hollywood Actresses, Models, and Playboy girls (ok, not exactly “top tier”, but you get my point).
Here is a move I use to swoop them:
When you spot a insanely fly girl in The Del Mar Turf Club, chances are, there are going to be other playboys trying to swoop her.
Let them make their move. The Del Mar Racetrack is just as much a Stamina competition as a Game competition.
And since it is a “closed environment” you can bide your time and wait. (This tactic also works at other “closed environments” ie weddings).
However, what I will do, is step in strong make and introduction, and cut out. I spot them from afar and play The Deerhunter.
Then I let the other Playboys blow their bankroll and lose steam.
When the time is right, at approximately the fifth race, I will then make my move again.
Since she already knows who you are, you will seem like a breath of fresh air. I then isolate her and roll around the spot, introducing her to the heavies ie The Shark, Pitino, the cat who runs the show at Flemington Racecourse in Melbourne, Beyer, and other assorted characters.
A cigarette on the balcony, and it is time to close the show. And when you close the show, do it like Sugar Ray Leonard did against Tommy “The Hitman” Hearns:
Essentailly, what you want to do when you swoop The Top Tier Girls at The Del Mar Racetrack is be the “boxer” in the early rounds and change to the “puncher” in the later rounds. Like Sugar Ray. And I am not talking about that crappy band from Orange County either.
Make sense?
Side note on The Del Mar Racetrack:
It is widely accepted that I have been the No.1 Playboy at The Del Mar Racetrack over the last ten years. (Something like The Celtics in the 60’s. I am mildly surprised that Sports Illustrated hasn’t covered this).
Doubt me? Just walk up to whoever you think is the top playboy there and ask him, “Who is the top Playboy at The Del Mar Racetrack?”
Nine times out of ten, the answer you will get is, “Michael Mason, with out a doubt.”
But that is neither here nor there.
However, this summer I will not be making an apperance. I have decided to trade The Del Mar Racetrack for the Topless Beaches of Spain this summer.
I have settled nicely into a routine of waking up late, surfing, chilling with fly 21 year old topless girls, having them cook me a Spanish lunch, swooping and napping.
Decent.
The Down Economy has hurt The Del Mar Racetrack. And I don’t like where they are going with the non-smoking thing either.
Essentially, I am pulling a “Lennox Lewis” and I am surrendering my belt.
So I finished up my Northern Ireland trip, here are some highlights:
– I haven’t been to Northern Ireland since I was ten years old, so it was great to see family even though the weather is pretty bad in summer and the food is the opposite of dynamic.
– Most of my family is in West Belfast, East Belfast, a small farming town north of Belfast and a small town on the coast.
– I was absolutely amazed at how many weapons my cousins had. Especially the cousins at the family farm. These cats were loaded for bear. Tons of antique weapons as well. And an old hog barn was turned into a machine shop with multiple lathes for making silencers and other gun parts. Pretty dope stuff.
– I was able to get some good sparring sessions in with my cousins; many of whom I hadn’t boxed since I was ten years old. They all claim that they beat me back then, but I remember differently. The latest rematch was a little tougher. Many of my cousins are huge powerlifter cats now. With red hair to boot. I think I have a bruised rib.
– I was also amazed at the amount of Paramilitaries in Northern Ireland. The place is chock-a-block. The drug trade is flourishing there. And the insurance scams. It was also amazing to hear about the amount of informants. Pretty ugly scene.
– Got to see the sight of my Grandfather and Great Uncles Boxing Gym that they used to run. It is not there anymore. Now it is a park with a monument. At least it is not a Starbucks.
– The Mason Clan actually has a castle on the ocean in Northern Ireland. Supposedly, it was owned by somebody in our family. Sadly, that is no longer the case. However, the coastline in Northern Ireland is breathtaking.
– I definitely dig Belfast more than Dublin.
– Even with all the family activities and dinners, I had enough time to swoop a wee fly red head Irish girl. Smooth.
