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Adventures in San Francisco…

 

My adventure… in summary.
This past Thursday I headed out to San Francisco for a new set of adventures. Here’s an attempt at a “quick” rendition…

First thing first… I was on the way to the airport on the bus and ran into my friend Ben. I honestly didn’t even recognize him. He was working on restoring an old house, fell, and apparently cut his head open down to his skull. He was alone when it happened, but still managed to not only not die, but also to control the bleeding and drive himself to the hospital. Now that is gnarly!
Once I finally got to SF, I took the BART to Powell station and met up with my friend Shayda, who took me to her boyfriend Steve’s house. We just chilled and caught up… nothing too crazy because Shayda was feeling pretty sick. In the morning I shot some photos of Steve’s cat who looks just like my cat Grommit. After that, Shayda drove me back to the airport, because my bag hadn’t made it on the plane the night before. (I blame it on the RTD bus… I swear it got to the airport 20 minutes late!)
After our adventure to the airport, Shayda dropped me off at Cruz, Gordon’s skate shop. First I met up with the guys at Eagle Donuts (argueably the best establishment in all of San Francisco), and then we made it back to the shop to watch some local videos, including Fools Gold.
After this we went skating around the city… bombing hills and hitting up the flower shop… a sweet little crete tranny spot. Actually the spot can almost be seen in our awesome group photo that I stole from Gordon’s blog. To be honest I was a tiny bit bummed that Gordon convinced me to skate without my camera, but I suppose his one awesome photo makes up for the 100 crappy ones I probably would have shot… 

After skating, we ate. Actually we spent a lot of time eating on the trip… I felt full almost 100% of the time, but the food was all soooo good!

Friday night in San Francisco! The boys went off on their own gnarly adventure, while I headed back up to Steve’s house to shower, chill with Shayda and meet up with my friend Molly…

…and fit in some time to battle with Steve’s son Lev.

Molly and I headed back down to the Mission for some tapas and drinks. Can’t believe I didn’t get a photo of either Molly or Shayda… hopefully another couple years doesn’t go by before the next time I see them both! After drinks, I made it back to the shop to meet up with the guys. The rest of my night including skating around on some sweet roller skates around the shop (the shop is also stocked with everything roller derby)…
…and eventually it was time for bed. Brian and Lazer slept in snuggies!
Saturday was a big day… starting with a contest at 3rd and army. We were all lazy for the most part and sa

t around with the judges.

Lazer did meet a new friend, though.
Once the contest moved over to the rock gap, I got inspired. It took me some encouragement from a few people, including the kid in the photo attempting a kickflip (he tried over and over and finally landed it once the contest was over…), but I finally went for it. I think it took me about 5 tries (not including the first attempt when I didn’t even make it along the length of the narrow ledge that you have to ride to down to get to the gap) to ride away from an ollie (until I fell over a few seconds later at the stairs… oops.). Honestly… ollying this gap was the highlight of my trip… maybe my whole year. How lame is that? I don’t even care…
After the contest we got some more food (no suprise there), and Lazer, Fuzz and I made a trip back to the shop to get changed before a big Saturday night on the town. Apparently Fuzz was getting a big frustrated with me for asking what shirts, etc. I should wear, but he must have gotten over it by the time he and Lazer posed in front of this crazy skull car for a photo.
We finally headed out for the big night to Thee Parkside for the Cruz Skate Shop video premier. Here’s the trailer for the video…
The video was awesome… totally different format that anything I’ve seen before.
The night overall was amazing also. Shayda showed up for a bit, and the guys were all being so rad. Gordon even offered to buy me some tater-tots for ollying the gap (the tater-tots at thee parkside are the best ever), and I was a bit of bitch when he returned with some regular fries, until I realized the true magic was really in the chipotle aioli that looked like mustard. So delicious! Later that night I managed to get banned from any upcoming trips… I tried to beat up Brian on the walk home for talking shit about Rhode Island, took Glen’s sleeping pad, but later pulled the footstools on top of it to have something more comfy to sleep on, and took Nate’s clothes for a pillow. Oops. (I think they may have forgiven me? haha)

By Sunday, I was hurting, but we took a trip down to Sunset, right by the Pacific Ocean. First we bombed a mellow hill (bombed is an exaggeration… the wind was blowing so hard up the hill, I had to push on the way down), then hit up a backyard bowl. I stuck to taking photos…
…while Gordon killed it…
…and Lazer killed it…
…and Brian with his “madollie” (new trick to me)…
…and Fuzz.. and really everyone else. To see the rest of the photos because I got lazy about uploading them all, check out my flickr, which I just started updating again.
Lastly, Cruz skateshop sponsored a pizza eating contest! I will never EVER again enter an eating contest for as long as I live. Here’s how the results went:
1. Brian – 16 slices
2. Big Red – 15 slices
(Andreas – 14 slices, disqualified for puking)
3. Glen – 13 slices
(Gnarly Carleigh – 13 slices, also disqualified for puking)
After the eating contest, I think my whole body and mind shut down… I was so exhausted. On the way back to the mission, we stopped at Glen’s friend Nick’s house. Nick was studying to be a chiropractor and gave us complimentary adjustments. So good… and I can’t think of a time when I needed that more than right then. Once we got back to the shop, Gordon took me to get my bag at Steve’s and showed me some famous SF hills. And that was that. As soon as I walked in the door to the shop, I just passed out and left the next morning to head back to Boulder.
Now I’m still bitter that I’m not back in SF. Best trip ever? May have been.