3RD & ARMY NANEEENANEEE

DISCLAIMER:
(This blog is going to be typed in the form of me chitchatting to a friend and will also include poor grammer, poor spelling, HEAPS of parenthesis, and a lot of nonesense that doesn't really have anything to do with anything ie; possible nonskateboarding related tangents and occasional rants)

Yesterday Angie, Erica, Tara and I (Stace) had one of our SLAGSF meetings.

I made the drive from Stockton to check out a few housess, play music, and skate. Erica let me catch a ride with her to the meeting which was cool cause she knows S.F. better than I do.

We arrived at the meeting place (a petite cafe). We purchased some Blue Bottle Coffee (and hot chocolate)...which made it's effect on Erica..and is apparently so great that people line up a ways just to get a taste of that good ol cup o Joe. Twas my first time being there...not that you needed to know that.

Anyway, back to business. We purchased our drinks and set up our meeting at one of the empty tables. We talked about the up and coming Pride Parade, our new Zine (Hate On This), and some other big topics that I dont want to type about because they're so BIG THAT THIS PAGE COULDNT HANDLE IT ALL...kinda sorta.

After the meeting we made our way to 3rd and Army in S.F.. AKA: The place where I managed to get my forehead cut open with a skateboard. Skateboarding for several minutes, I checked my pocket to see if money had fallen out...then my reciept did. I tried to dive for it before the wind could blow it over the edge into the water, but as luck would have it...I'm not lucky. I ended up freaking out because the thought of a paper (which belonged to me) littering what the aquatic life like to call home, would keep replaying in my head and annoy me. Yes..soooo dramatic..but not really..cause there's a bit of an exagerration going on. So, Angie jumped down and got it for me. AND praise the board ...she managed to get herself back up to civilization. Yeehaw! I thanked her, but she kept the reciept. I don't really know why, she must like numbers, or little tiny papers or something. She said that she went down and retrieved the reciept for me to make up for that one time she witnessed Amie A's skateboard fly toward me and hit me in my cute, perfect, blemish free, innocent face. A THOUSAND THANK YOUS ANGIE! A THOUSAND THANK YOUS!!! Just kidding. All the way kidding..not half.

Tara worked on her carving...which was super cool because she just learned how to ride up obstacles. KER AZE EE!!! I dont know all of the skateboarding tricks but there were pleanty of great stuff going on. You can watch the video below.

This has nothing to do with anything...but whatever. The next day Erica came with me to check out this house and on the way I caught a glimpse of what I like to call a Bride...caught in the headlights. This rare spectacle can only be seen mostly on sunday's prancing around churches and courthouses. But BEWARE...they don't like to get their wedding gown dirty. Mucho Moola. Mucho gusto senorita bonita!

WARNING: MAY CAUSE MOTION SICKNESS

Btw, making the video above on my friend's computer, inspired her to skate. More like watching Tara inspired her to skate. Pretty cool huh??

-S