Punked, Hosed, Screwed, Weekend Stolen

So this weekend I was going to take my second attempt at abalone diving. I got a new ab iron, I got some licenses, I got a great new oceanic snorkel, and took my beautiful almost brand new wetsuit. I drove nearly 3 hours from the south bay up to Sonoma to stay the night at Doug's parents house. We got up t 5am to make it to the ocean by 8am for the low tide (after some breakfast). Took some pictures on the drive up, and then we found the spot and started unpacking the gear and getting ready. I start putting my wetsuit on, and as I'm getting it over my hips, I hear what sounds like the zipper slipping down with a bit of a pop. Not thinking much of it, I reach back to grab the zipper string to finish putting it on. No string...can't seem to feel the zipper...I ask Doug to zip me up please, he says, "Uh, dude, there's no zipper." Apparently, this zipper completely broke into two halves. The wetsuit is FUCKED, my abalone diving weekend is FUCKED, I just wasted my time getting up here, my money getting the licenses, the gas money, etc. Totally FUCKED!


I'm so pissed, I just wrote BARE the company that makes the wetsuit a pretty heated email. I think I'm going to re-write it to tone it down a bit as they actually have a lifetime warentee on the suit. Totally hosed.

Anyway, we walked around, took a look at the site, did some hiking around, and then headed back. I was so drained I passed out on the ride home. Later we went and got some food with Doug's parents and checked out downtown Sonoma.