Wherein your favorite skateboarders have some beers and rudely yell “Free bird!” at the live band. The evening was kicked off by a session at this somewhat-janky mini ramp in Isla Vista. Kody has pop.
There was a several-month period during which I was the best ramp skater at the skatehouse. Then Louie learned how to stand up on his grinds. If he figures out how to take pictures, I’m so screwed. As the longboard dudes got tired of doing kickturns and frontside slasher grinds, the party moved to the Arbor shop.
Remember: always bring safety gear to the party. You never know when you’re going to need it.
Chubbs borrowed my board and poked a back smith.
The mannequins were restyled in short order. See what happens when you bring someone from Switchback to the party? Real mature, Griffin.
These dudes passed by across the street. I have to give props to homie in the black. Not only was he game for the spandex bodysuit party, he wisely went with the most slimming color and dressed it up with some fresh white Nikes. Well played, sir.
Meanwhile, #4 best racer in the world Alex Tongue was enjoying himself inside. Early in the 2011 season, Alex bet Matt $10 that he’d beat K-Rimes in at least one race heat. Kevin broke his ankle a couple weeks later. Alex owes Matt $10.
Girls at the skateboard party: a rare sight indeed.
James was stoked.
Griffin was creeping.
Team Portland gives us their best club faces. Alicia Fillback goes with the tough thug look, Tongue in the Bung strikes a pseudo-ironic hip hop stance, and the classic duck-face finishes it off.
Calvin is pro now. See how much fun he’s having?
Casey Morrow is not really a partier. When he does decide to indulge, he usually creates crazy concoctions like the Tipsy Tebow: 151 and Gatorade.
SXE 4 LYFE. Matt K.
I am uncomfortable in front of a camera, which is why I usually hide behind it. Pete really reminds me of something, though.
Ah yes. That’s what it was.
It was about this time that they ran out of keg beer. SurfBro kindly informed us that there was an afterparty at his house. He was very insistent that we remember the address.
Reinforcements showed up with a couple 18 racks, which were promptly gone before I could get one. Cal lurked hard and lucked out. Note the sharpie-markered CALiber shirt.
This guy got one.
Aging hipster Santa Claus made an appearance with aging hipster Mrs. Claus. Nice cravat, dude.
The Arbor people started kicking us out of the store. A ferocious butt-focus session got underway outside. Someone with hip glasses tried to convince me that nollie bonelesses were a thing. I’m pretty sure he was just trying to get in my pants.
Calvin kept his shit together.
Jimmy didn’t.
Shoes on means you’re fair game. Will “Stickerface” Goins is lucky we didn’t have a permanent marker around.
Crucial thanks to Arbor for throwing the party, the PDX Downhill SkateBus for getting everyone there and back safely, and whoever was the designated driver in my car.