Once upon a time, a lifetime ago, The Gorilla was the editor of a skateboard magazine. This was all before my time, so I only hear stories, but you can get the gist of it here.
When we go to skateboarding events - like this week's Pretty Sweet premiere - I love watching my husband in his element. Shaking hands with guys he's known for decades, hugging guys he's known since they were teenagers are the skate park. He's always introducing me to a scruffy face and claiming them as legend. I always smile politely and then later he shows me skate footage and I think
Legend.
The thing about skateboarders? They're sweetly sentimental. I think people expect these tattooed "outcasts" - for that's how they've branded themselves - to be one way, and they're usually very sweetly not.
I love this about them.
The Gorilla made his rounds, we watched the (amazing) video, then grabbed a round of drinks with friends at a nearby bar. We skipped the official afterparty. We had to get home because we had an early parent/teacher conference the next day.
Isn't that hilarious?
