Plaza night

I got off work and there were still puddles around, but I had a language session at 西門, so I rode the train over. The spot was pretty much dry, except for the handgrenade sized snails and the two inch wide trails of goop they leave behind themselves. My language teacher never arrived, but four unfriendly plaza skaters did, and RMJ. The spot is a classic; all pink marble, a three stair, and curbs, little ledges, medium, and very tall ledges. It also has a miraculously smooth black stone bench in the back, and four low-into high ledges, and a natural big round flatbar. I worked through everything I could think of for a couple of hours. The main ledges are really chunky, and have ot be approached with calculated authority and confidence. I started to question myself at the last second, and stuck, and fell. Seconds later, RMJ rolled fakie into a crack. Then I caught my wheel in an unseen vampire hole, and hit my face on the ground. That pretty much ended things, but we skated flatground through the streets on the way home.