we woke up to sleazy steves chronic crying about his minium wage job he was gonna quite the day before. so we left newberg and headed for seattle to meet up with team bif bag. 3 hours later and we're at one of the best backyard scenes in the world. i've looked so forward to skating the west side bowls, and i was stoaked to finally witness the sickness. we walked in on a ripping 5 girl session, and from 2 till dark, the bowls were decimated. the locals were killing it, we thought of them as backyard pros. some of them included mark hubbard, red, the greek, jay, jessica, nate, and the five. the balzout team added their flavor to the session, except for collette whose runs consisted of beer after beer. skating till dark, dinner in the queer district, we wrapped up our nite with andy trying to get directions from 5 sleeping dudes. andy would ask for directions, and halfway through, brewce would pass out. andy drove around aimlessly for an hour. brewce finally woke up and called andy an idiot cuz he could only remember 1 turn at a time, and got us to the bowls to crash out.

next day