Shoulda shown up right at 6pm, but I couldn't get anyone to go with me. At 9, I walked in: got bodied by a bunch of kids who were younger than the vast majority of the boards on display. The feeling of borrowed nostalgia was overwhelming me, and I had to be out before I could really look at all the shit. I searched quickly for other old people to save me, but it was too late.I will return to this den of wakeboardizm to peep more thoroughly, there were some good memories in that room. Runs for a couple weeks?
Funny as I bailed in the first half hour to watch a uw div 1 soccer game. Showed up after the game and it was 9, but the pull of laying in my bed vs broing pulled me home.