Two weeks ago I went roller skating with some friends.
Your first thought is probably, “People still do that?” and I’d totally understand, because that was my thought when the activity was suggested. Since no one could agree on what movie to go see and it was too hot to be outside, off to the roller-rink we went.
To say I had “a bit" of apprehension about this would be an understatement. I hadn’t set foot in a roller-rink since Emily Bland’s 13th birthday party, where AC/DC was the only music choice on the jukebox and I bladed fast to "Back in Black" in the hopes a particular Harry Potter lookalike (aka a preteen dreamboat) would notice me. But that’s neither here nor there.