This past Friday I didn’t go to a bar, club, or movie theater. Instead, I found my old hockey gear (which smelled really bad BTW) and dug out my rollerblades out of the garage, and hit up Mitchell Park in Sunnyvale. Skating around reminded me of when we were kids rollerblading at night and searching for hockey pucks in the dark. Good times.

Here is a picture of Lijen and a half naked Alan. I fiddled with the lighting to make it more visible and I think the photo turned out pretty cool.