Sketchy weather doesn't scare skateboarders, evident
from the long lines to enter Spreckels Theater despite light showers.
Security lived up to its purpose of being stupid, making me take
my camera back to the car and afterwards saying that cameras ARE
allowed. So excuse the lack of indoor pictures.
you're missing was a bunch of drunk and passed out pros in the bathroom,
and a kick ass skate video. And Ed throwing firecrackers in my seat.
Damn the pros and their vantage point balcony seating! Anyway, the
video kicked ass, go watch it, reading about it doesn't do it justice.
So go search your couch for loose change and buy the damn thing.
Someone screwed up Markovich's part, treating us to
about a minute of green screen. I think skateboarders are allergic
to green screens because it made everyone in the room start screaming
and throwing stuff. Damn freaks! You'd think our fair share of fun
was just about over by now, but you're wrong. Thanks to the San
Diego Pig Dept. our share was extended by quite a bit! It was all
a blur, but it went something like this: Drunk skateboarder accidentally
hits his head on a Spreckels window outside, security tells him
to get out, and he tells security to fuck off. Security, thinking
they are the equivalent of God, decide to get physical. This would
have been pretty hilarious, except here comes a bike cop on his
merry way and sees this, and decides that HE should be God, and
basically the skater gets thrown to the ground and fucks up his
head on the curb. Scuffle scuffle, about 20 cops more show up, and
ta da the night is over. Again thank security for the lack of pictures.