Cirlce Tribe Tours- Lincoln's Adventures: Sunrise Paddleboarding and Partying Hard...

Woke up to a treat this morning.

It was my friend Art, calling me at around 6am to invite me out for a sunrise session of paddleboarding.

Hell yeah, brother!

I was up and out of bed in seconds. Ten minutes later he was out in front of my place and we were on our way.

I actually met Art through my Dad. They met at "the firm" as my Dad calls it and I was stoked when he made the introduction. Art is just one of those guys, a vetaran surfer from L.A. whose lived in P.R. for the last 26 years and who is just so laid back and cool that you feel honored to be around him. (And fuck off with that You know how I know you're gay shit- Rhino/Trevor). The dude's just cool- good enough?

So he's been telling me how sweet paddleboarding is so I jumped at the invite when he called.

We get back to his condo, slam a cup of rocket fuel (Puerto Rican Coffee) and check out the view. He lives right on the beach and oh brothers and sisters, you couldn't ask for a better view. And then, if that wasn't cool enough he takes me downstairs and shows me the pool and then- THE WATERMAN'S PARADISE. The condo complex caters to surfers and watermen - and outback, on a beautiful manicured lawn, is exactly that- WATERMAN'S PARADISE. Surfboards, kiteboards, paddleboards, catamarans, kayaks, boats, canoes.... shit, I'll just have to kick down a photo soon to give you the full effect. Just trust me, it's cool.

So he shows me my paddleboard, a nice long and thick sucker that I can balance my fat and inexperienced ass on and we're off. (For those that don't know Paddleboarding is when you stand up on a super long type of surfboard and use a paddle to move through the water and catch waves.)

Off on a good ten minute paddle out to a perfect day of head high waves. Paradise my friends, paradise.

Note: Will have my own real pics soon. Waiting on my new digital water camera- Score!

We take turn catching waves and checking out the local marine life beneath us- Dolphins, rays, turtles, the works. We surf for about and hour and a half and decide it's getting late- 7:30 am. Besides we've both caught about twenty waves each- O.K., well he's caught 20 waves where I probably scored about 2 or 3, but man, were they fun. But hey, it's my first time out and I know they'll be more where that came from. Wave season is right around the corner.

So I'm home by 8:15 am and ready to start my day. I have a great day of making sales calls with cool ass Valerie, another CSR here that's showing me the ropes. And then I come home to the office with a smile on my face.

And just when it can't get any better I get a phone call from my friend Johnny.

Hey Dude, wanna go surf the waves in Kayaks around 6 p.m.

Si, Claro.

And now I'm here. Ten minutes to clock out time and stoked again.

And the true icing on the cake is that I get an email from Trevor The Private The Father Gibson.

Check it out.