Night of the fifty seven

Today, my roommate and I went car shopping. Technically, she's more experienced in this than me, because she is. I shouldn't toot my own horn, but I am proud of my contribution. First, we went to toyota, which I'll name because htey aren't a skate company. One car sucked and two cars were indistinguishalbe from each other. They weren't bad. They were just cars. We took our paperwork and headed back, with me gritting my teeth at the idea of shitting away money, even we kind of have to now. We were getting along, so I suggested we visit honda, just to let them show us what they got. Lzyk did not like this idea, but she was weirdly noncombative, so we went. She informed me that "if they [are] cold, then we are gonna walk out." They werent. Instead of toyota's weirdly unprofessional offputtingness and army of useless employees, the honda people were sparse but polite. They insisted to take my folder of toyota material, which I flashed in their faces, and in the end, gave us a discount to meet toyota's deal on what we thought was significantly superior car. Also, toyota no longer has an f1 team. Honda might have the worst f1 programme in the history of the sport, but I give them credit for being there. And although we didn't buy anything yet, I think we'll be giving them a lot of our money too. 

To celebrate our ongoing peace treaty, my roommate and I went ot eat at a western restaurant that's adjacent to 101. But we didn't get a seat with a window, and the salad nicoise was just canned tuna, for a high price. I was getting pissed. Then, lzyk ******************************** *********************************************************************************,and I started to lose my patience. What the fuck is wrong with women? 

So the day had gone from mid to high to low, like trading in cryptocurrency. Then it came back up. I was at 1% energy, but I went to skate the three stair park, just because. I expected nothing. I tried to recreate my last session there, by trying to get as many variations as I could manage on the stone curbs. I got ten more, but it wasn't as fun. It had already been done. I did probably ten new tricks again, like last time, but I cared way less. Technical skating is like that, I guess. The value of tricks suffers from inflation. I don't actually remember anything that stood out as being awesome, except maybe the *-* *** *** and the *-* ***** ** ***, one of which I did before and one of which was new tonight. I didn't really have any struggle taht mattered. It was just building numbers, alone, in a mosquito infested park, skating curbs and drinking asahi. In other words, it was exactly what I needed to cap off a day of froth.