On the last Friday of this month, I did something I've not done in over 20 years. I could make you guess, but you'd be here forever, or you'd lose interest after guessing for thirty seconds and return to examining the lint in your bellybutton.
So, I'll let you off the hook...I went rollerskating! The last time I did that I was a teenager and we were with some school friends and the live band was playing 'Christian Rock'. Oh how I've moved on from then....
My lovely friends David and Matthew convinced me to join them on Friday night at Bagleys - a huge venue behind Kings Cross Station. Every Friday it is transformed into a 70's themed roller disco, complete with tacky decor and about half the crowd dressing up. This was certainly a change from my last experience, and the best part was we had a bar! Rollerskating is, well, I found anyway, a bit easier once you've had a drink or two. However, there is a very fine line here, and it's best not to cross it, lest the room start spinning in circles instead of you skating in circles.
I had a blast - and after about thirty minutes or so, I 'found my groove'....ok, I wasn't skating backwards (intentionally that is) or doing fancy moves, but I could get a good pace going and not stop for ten or fifteen minutes.
As for falling, well, I did that twice and it wasn't whilst skating like a ninny on the floor. For some reason, the bit that connects the three (increasing in size) rooms, there's a sloped ramp. If you were walking up or down, you wouldn't even notice it was there. However, on rollerskates, you may as well be taking on a ski jump! I found out, the hard way, once skating down and once skating up. My legs went right from under me and my butt was duly introduced to the floor at lightening speed. My ass is STILL sore a week later. (no change there then...Ed.)
I think it would have been worse had I not had several drinks beforehand. Of course, that has a certain disadvantage which I'd not thought about until I started rolling backwards while having a pee!
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I can remember those Jr. High days where we went to the local town's skating rink. With sweaty palms, I tried to gracefully glide over to some of the cute girls. Falling down on the way didn't help my prospects. :-)
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