Back to The Banks
I skated my ass off yesterday, with a sprained wrist.
My friends told me that I hung out with a lot of pro skaters, but it didn't matter to me. I just chilled, you know? For some reason I am the last person in the world to get star-struck. I don't drop names of famous people I know, or have met, it just isn't worth my time. I have better things to talk about.
I missed Julia while I was there, all the girlfriends supporting their skater-boyfriends in the competition. Blah.
But 7 days, and she'll be here again. Trying to figure out if I can possibly make the visit not boring for her, considering I've been missing a lot of work lately and I'll have to make it up.
My friends told me that I hung out with a lot of pro skaters, but it didn't matter to me. I just chilled, you know? For some reason I am the last person in the world to get star-struck. I don't drop names of famous people I know, or have met, it just isn't worth my time. I have better things to talk about.
I missed Julia while I was there, all the girlfriends supporting their skater-boyfriends in the competition. Blah.
But 7 days, and she'll be here again. Trying to figure out if I can possibly make the visit not boring for her, considering I've been missing a lot of work lately and I'll have to make it up.