As I’ve mentioned before, every month I go on a Girls Night Out with an incredible group of girls. We all met over 20 years ago (that just made me feel old) back in our high school days. Depending on the season or whatever mood strikes us, we try different and fun things on our evenings on the town. Last night, Tina did the picking and we attempted to relive our youth by going ice skating.
I like ice skating, of course, I would though. I used to LOVE roller skating back in the day. I would show up at Skateland, a local middle school hang out, before the doors opened, skates in hand, anxious to try to be the first one on the rink. In those days, I used to try to stay on the rink all night, no breaks, never missing a song. The real challenge came when it was time for the couples skate. I was not much of a dater back then, so I never to go-to guy to guarantee myself a partner. In the sixth grade, I accepted an ill-fated roll around the rink from Doug Hagemen and ended up with a broken wrist. It wasn’t his fault someone fell behind me while I was backwards skating, but I never missed a chance to rub it in all through high school. Anywho, ice skaing, to me, is just roller skating with your coat on, so I was all for it.
When we arrived at the rink, I felt like I was both reliving my youth….and ancient at the same time. One this crisp January night, the rink was packed with 12 to 15 year olds, each trying to look cooler than the next. The only other adults at the rink consisted of a few random parents who, by the looks on their faces, had drawn the short straw and been forced stayed to supervise their children. Most of the kids stood huddled in the center of the rink, attempting to make a dance floor on the ice, while staying upright on their skates. The man who looked like he was having the least fun of the evening, was the police officer assigned to rink duty that night. I don’t know if they covered “shooing a skate-less teenager off the ice rink” in the academy, but he was really good at it and called in repeatedly to perform this task.
Now me, I am not one of these “sit on the sidelines of life” type of people. I’m only here once, so I’m going to go out and have a good time of it. I don’t care if I embarrass myself or anyone else in the process. I don’t know these people, and if I did, so what? Plus, I work with owly, grumpy teenagers, I’m not scared off by their scowls.
So I did what I all those other parents should have, I jumped on that ice and OWNED it. I skated. I danced to the music. I sang and made a fool of myself.
Gangnam Style anyone?
Who doesn’t want to live like we’re young?