Skating Party
It is possible that those are my legs. It is also that tonight was my first visit to Skate West, the roller rink of my youth, in approximately twenty years. Much has changed. The building has been reconfigured, some kids wear inline skates. The lights were on – I remember it being a very dark room most of the time.
Some things have not changed. Open skate. Girls Skate. Guys Skate. ALL-SKATE! Reverse direction. Limbo. Backwards skate. YMCA. Dice Game. I had the realization that these guys have been pretty much running the same routine every single friday night for twenty-plus years. Thats a thousand Friday nights. In any case, it was a Cub Scouting Skating Outing, which is a lot of ing.
The funniest thing of the night, which you weren’t able to witness, was the moment that I had my right foot roll off of a single step down. That wasn’t that funny, but the fact that my body wasn’t planning a roll off of the step means that the rest of my ever-so-slight frame came down that step behind my right foot, in a slow motion crash that several other parents from our scout den watched, witnessed, and laughed at. Then they asked if I was ok. Which I was pretty sure I was. Now – four hours later – I’ve got a pretty sore knee.
You may now commence laughing at the expense of my pain and suffering. I allow it. Carry on.