No one realized it until we were many beers deep, after a gruelingly humid session, but tonight marked the anniversary of RMJ's arrival to Taiwan. A quintet of us had spent the night skating, and then drinking at the old stoop, so it really couldn't have been a better party if we had tried to plan it.
If we had had a skate contest, mw would have won it. He showed up and **** ****** the tall benches at yuanshan, and then hit a *-* first try. Later, he ***** the bank to ledge and rode it out down the steps to the bottom, several times.
If we had had a flatground contest, which we did twice, it would have been a tie between fa and xvi. I'm pretty sure we would have whooped the teenager, but he declared some berricsy thing, so we allowed it and did ** ** *****ies, which is bullshit, but he was a guest, and a welcome one at that.
If we had had a trophy awarded for guts, it would hav egone to IS, because when I rolled up to the spot, he slapped his entire body down, wetly, with a wheel stuck inthe grate. Then he keep slamming and bouncing up. I lost count. He goes hard.
He also went to get beers and make sure xvi got back ok. The rest of the night was spent at the ampitheatre, then in the yuanshan fountain (security came out) then at the old old stoop (rmj got the ********, then security came out) then I cruised home.
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