Junior high is great...when you're 12

Last Friday night I had the honor, nay, the priviledge of spending my evening with Tracy and Shauna at Empire Roller Rink. In our journey we met a drag queen, a sassy pants girl with self-proclaimed "ghetto-girly" style clothin and a slew of boys who refused to talk to us. Let's face it, we had become the creepers of the occassion.

Our project should not have taken as long as it did. I've had people refuse to call me back, but this week was a new and unbelievable experience. Phone calls were placed intermittantly over the weekend and throughout the week along with dozens of emails, but to no avail. I even took to taking a marantz and knocking on people's doors...still nothing. It wasn't until Thursday at 4:30 did we finally get an interview (a HUGE shout out to Beth Carpenter for sugguesting this lady after hearing us bitch about not having an 'official' source).

Oh and Mike, if you're reading this, get us some new freakin cameras please!! We lost our audio once again... :(