Eugene-Ing

I believe in everyday fun.

Also, our pal Derek's birthday is tomorrow.

In honor of this stuff, not one but two carloads of people drove to Eugene this weekend. Despite the occurrence of "heavy rain," our intention was very much to skate that new park of theirs. Luckily, there's a big bridge in Eugene, and this bridge shelters the big skatepark. Unluckily, the wind blows quiet veils of rain into unsuspecting corners. At a certain point, Derek, the birthday boy, slipped on wet cement and smacked is head. Our new intention quickly became pizza.

The below picture may lead you to believe that I was stuck on a road trip with a bunch of dudes, but that's only partly true, because my dearest friend Kelly lives in Eugene, and so she was around to give me a wee break from all that questionable facial hair.

Anyway, we skated long enough to break a sweat, ate incendiary pizza at Pizza Research Institute, ditched our cars, and then went to what must've been every bar in Eugene. Drop shots. Men in drag. A metal show I think? It all ended at a fancy hipster bar where the staff looked on worriedly as the guys tore their shirts off and we turned the place into a giant dance party. Thanks for having us, Eugene, and sorry.

Above par vegetarian hangover breakfast at Morning Glory.