Concrete Adventures

This past Saturday, Liz and I had a great day that started like a typical Saturday.  I surfed with my friend Ben, and Liz ran her favorite Land's End trail loop with Pierre.  Afterwards we reconvened at our place and Liz, Pierre and I walked down to Jamba Juice for a refreshing smoothie.  After we cleaned up, Liz and I headed down to the Farmer's Market at the Ferry Building for a great lunch. We came home and took a nap because we needed to be fully rested for the intense afternoon that ensued with Betsy and Steve.

Originally this outing started out with a simple craving for a hot dog at Underdog. Little did we know that our evening would soon involve a cafeteria tray, soap, a drunk girl we named Larry, and some oddly shaped bruises.  We met at our house, and then drove to upper Market, home of the infamous Seward Slides.  Steve and Betsy brought the cardboard, and Liz brought the cafeteria tray.  Bradley brought himself and his excellent sliding style.  We decided togive it a go.  Steve paved the way as the first slider, and he survived so we all took turns, and sometimes doubled up even!

 As you will see in the pics, each person has their own unique sliding style, and facial contortions. 

Steve invented the luge style:

This is Steve going down the "fast side" on a soaped up cafeteria tray.  Notice Betsy's fingers (candid shot):

Liz got rattled around in those slides, and caught air dropping down the steep part. My poor little bruised one.

Here I go:

My luge:

Betsy fearing for her life:

Made it!

Bradley showed the unbridled enthusiasm of a child:

Steve created a gripping film to document our adventure:

The Seward Slides

The soap that we used for our dare devil antics was provided by a couple drunkards:

"Larry" then demonstrated how Tequila and soaped cafeteria trays aren't a good mix:

Betsy and Steve watched with nervous anticipation as I prepared for the same feat.  Notice our new friends in the background.  Just earlier, she had asked us, "what's his name again?" (referring to her partner).

Fortunately, I was more successful than Larry.  Steve and I felt pretty stoked that we conquered the soaped tray.

The tray got quite the beating. Note the worn edges.

We got pretty hungry and finally decided it was time for our hotdogs.  The tots were to die for!