Jack and I met Rachel, and we climbed all the sport lines here. I led all of them, and I think Jack led all but the 9 and the 10a. Our very last climb was the 5.4 for just for the hell of it. Without thinking, I pulled the rope and tossed it down so I could do the easy walk-off, but that left the draws on the wall. Jack soloed up to retrieve the draws and walked off, much to the amazement and horror of all the gym idiots who had infested the place by then.