Since life outside of work went downhill in the last dozen or so months, I haven't kept up with the old crews or honestly, much of the skate life. But they haven't turned their backs on me. It was sc's birthday and I found my way to the best pizza party of the decade. Taipei rooftops apartments are the place to be anyways, but this one was awesome and spacious. Even better, it was full of skate people and there peripheral people, and some geniuses had the idea of making it an open kitchen pizza party, where we all brought whatever toppings we wanted and mixed them all up and baked pizzas til we ( I ) couldn't fit more calories into my gullet. The birthday boy and I played hackey sack around his cat's cardboard castle til we were sweaty and I'm pretty sure I was only 78% drunkenly obnoxious (it's easier to be forgiven for that shit if your friends can laugh while you eat curbs trying to skate; less so if they're trapped in a room with you) I gave unsolicited advice about careers to anyone in earshot. I don't think I gave the impression that anyone needs this warning, but just in case yall remember what I said, it's probably worth taking with a grain of salt.
Back at work, today was idyllic. The bean sprouts as more than 15cm and the radishes half that, black jacks at around 2cm. The chillens are suitably impressed.
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