I was on a business trip to San Francisco about six weeks ago, and I only got around to posting about it now. Oops. Since I was just talking about crashing on people’s couches, I think it’s appropriate to mention that Robin was gracious enough to host me. (Her couch is extremely comfortable!) I also had a nice lunch with Charlie and Max, and dinner with Gus.
Anyway, during my trip I noticed something peculiar. I was hanging around down by the piers on the Embarcadero, and I had a strange sense of deja vu. I’ve been here before, I said to myself. Which is true, I had visited there the year before. But there was something else. Something nagging at me. Then I realized: I’ve skated the shit out of this place!!
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Heh, I had the same feeling when I went to London.
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