Day 2 LA

Another day and another near skating disaster, aunt Gizzy insisted on showing me the skate park near her home. I did not find this very interesting but I humored her. After watching the little children padded from head to toe skate around for a little while, we drove up the hill behind the skate park to the dog park so Gizzy could give them some tennis balls. somehow it came about that I would skate down the hill and Gizzy would follow in the car.

As I started my descent I thought to myself, "This is a bad idea", but for some reason I continued. About half way down I realized that soon I would be going way to fast to jump off and the only way I'd make it out unscathed was either to bail now or get lucky and catch a green light at the bottom of the hill, so I leapt off the front of my board and hit that ground running. It felt like shifting from 5th to 3rd in a truck going seventy miles an hour, my legs were unable to keep up with the speed I was going and I very nearly fell face first into the pavement but somehow I maintain my balance enough to allow me to come to a stop on my feet.

There was know time for rest however, as my board came scooting by headed towards the busy street below. So I took off after and managed to run it down and stop it before it got out into the middle of the street. All in all, I was fortunate to avoid an emergency room visit, save my board and I learned I should more affectively scope out any hills I'm going to skate down.

Also, I went to a play (London Scars) and ate Thai food for dinner (not my favorite).

Al X in LAX

My first night in LA was highlighted by not having enough room in Gisel's car for my ski bag so we had to cruise around with it sticking out of the skylight. For some reason she was surprised to find out that I was hungry and stunned to discover that I didn't take food and water on the plane. This I felt was not my fault but her's being that she is aunt uber traveler and thus it is her responsibility to teach me such things.

Later I nearly met Gizzy's neighbor and her dog up close and personal, i.e. I almost plowed over them with my skateboard as they were stepping out of the condo. All I heard was a gasp and a yelp as I zipped passed them within arms reach. By the time the lady gathered herself I was long gone, and her disapproving words were indistinguishable above the wind blowing past my face.

Note: It was Gizzy's idea for me to start this blog and thus insisted on naming the first post.