Trippin with Elissa (cont.)

We later tripped around San Diego. I loved San Diego. I could do it there. We walked and walked. Elissa use to live there, so she showed us skate spots, and told stories of how she bombed hills without getting killed. We ran into tons of people. In our hotel, and out on the streets, cars passing by; you'd hear shouts out "hey Elissa you RULE!"

We tripped in a mall that night after the Trade Show. We ate mall food, and did mall stuff. Elissa really does like to shop. She challenged me to name the perfume I had just sprayed on my body!

John and Brent started doing some kind of Ft. Meyers secret handshake or something. Damn these Florida people really like to frolic!

After a long day, we went back to the hotel. It was John's birthday, and although he didn't quite score with the hooker with the pink cotton candy hairdo as his main gift, we treated him to some doctored up Roy Rodgers drinks back at the hotel bar. There was the Salman table, the Real table, the you name it table, it was chillin.

Elissa, John, and I kicked around the harbor until very, very late. Upon our return, we noticed that since that was the last day of the trade show the entire hotel turned Republican or something! All the bad boyz and girlz in the skate industry had left.

I don't know how this hotel room frolic started. Either Elissa and Brent decided to make a Cheryl sandwich, or Brent started tickling Elissa and Cheryl came to her rescue, or who knows. But I happened to have my camera handy and caught it all on film.

But anyway, whatever it was, Elissa won!

The next day was the All Girl Skate Jam competition, so be sure to check it out in the Gurlz on Boardz section.

This was a trip! I had such a good time, and I want to thank Elissa for having me as her guest, and thank the entourage for letting me kick around with them.

We did this!