i can skate again!

Brent & I met up to try to skate. We met up by Smokes' place & he noticed us & came skating too. We started out at his p-rail, and I could still do tricks! Rough miszou = hamstring is okay. We danced around the Washington St. area a little and came to this place, among others:


Brent, KG


Brent, Makio


Smokey, Fishbone


Smokey, AO Soul

Falling in mulch is really no fun. We skated around a little more and sickSmokes took off. Brent & I ended up at some springfest at an elementary school where there was a piece of plywood by a fence; these photos happened:


Brent, Monkeyplant


Brent, Leaving.


Me, Broyale.

The elementary school kids seemed to like it. The skateboarders looked frustrated; other kids were talking about how Brent was doing "flips." After that I got some water, nearly passed out, and Brent decided to grind this piece of suicide. It's low, you have to gap out to it, there's a drop, and you have to land between two poles on brick pavement with a gnarly curb going into a street. I wanted to tell him not to do it, but it turned out okay.


Brent, topsoul.

Then I went to the Boston Pops (Katie got free tickets). It was nuts. First there was some symphony music. Then Michael Dukakis came onstage and read something about Abe Lincoln and the horrors of tyranny. Then there was this American Idol style competition video of local high school art students, the top four of which got to play that night. But some of them went to a swine flu school, so they couldn't perform in public, so we watched a video of their performances. Three of the four groups weren't at all "classical" type musics. Then some Broadway singer got up and told us dumb anecdotes and sang songs from Mary Poppins. Then she left & a video screen dropped and we all sang along to a Sound of Music slideshow (including snippets of every song from the movie). Then the stars & stripes were projected all over Symphony Hall (grecian statues, elaborate goldwork) while corny patriotic music played. And then the stars started spinning. And then it was over. Thank you, Boston Pops?