That's what AJ yells when I go to catch a wave and what he was yelling as we pedaled our bikini and speedo-clad selves toward the 160 guests awaiting our arrival at the Brigantine Observation Tower.
We didn't wipe out in the soft sand along the last turn. I had tried not to plan how I'd patch a bloody knee or elbow before I put on my dress in the restroom trailer.
I could not have imagined a more perfect day.
If you'd like to follow our adventures in New Zealand and beyond, please follow this blog.
For some Go Pro footage of our processional that afternoon, check this out.
Thanks.
Ciao,
Emari & AJ
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