It's been a while since the holidays, but I should certainly provide a skeletal recap at a minimum. I was able to organize a Turkey Jam on thanksgiving and Christmas. Both turned out to be pretty incredible.
On Thanksgiving, I was able to set up and convince three friends to get out and work some of that triptophan out of their bloodstreams. Among these folks were Gary (spoken about in my last post), his brother "lil" Gary, and Josh. It was a nice jam. We were missing a few people, but it was still notable.
Josh "lil blunt blunt" apparently had to go out to his barn (no joke) to find his skateboard. But notwithstanding, he pulled no punches once he arrived from the farm. He showed up with all pistons firing as he planted this ideal backside krook on the round rail.
Even though I hadn't skated with 'lil' Gary (too many "lil"s here) in at least a decade, he seems to have maintained his always impressive talent.The dude might have been too washed up to remember that he left his cigarettes in my car, but he certainly didn't forget how to smoke through a clean and crisp 5-0 with a surf-style 180 out as captured here.
Gary was just as inspiring as the last few times I skated with him. He seemed to be a bit more comfortable on his board than last time and has apparently been able to get 50-50s on the box since our last jam. Nonetheless, when the man is ready to leave, he makes it pretty clear by donning his bookbag and giving you the "let's roll" look, as so clearly captured here.
As life would have it, the Christmas Jam was much less organized but nevertheless turned out to be just as much fun. We had a trifecta (me, Gary, and Fatty) reunion. It was great to skate with both Gary and Fatty at the same time. To make things even better, Fatty brought his family (wife with soon to be child) along as well. Equipped with an super nice camera, Jen (Fatty's wife) captured some of the great moments of the Christmas day jam followed up with a Waffle House trip.
Gary tapped out fast, thanks to a few early falls, including this nasty hipper.
The aftermath and contemplation.
I didn't really do much. I made sure to keep my fear of twigs in check.
I also worked on getting a sequence shot (via Jenn's awesome camera) of a blunt to rock on the mini. Unfortunately, I ate crap instead.
Fatty brought the turkey and ham though with this high beefy kickflip off the funbox.
In retrospect, it was an incredible holiday season. With the reunification of the old trifecta and the awesomeness of digital technology (new fandangled camera), we really captured the fun with this double 50-50.
We had a high kick contest in the Waffle House parking lot. I am clearly the least flexible/fit out of the old trifecta. Couldn't even kick my hand.
It was truly all the dressings that make a happy holiday jam.
