The Day After The Party
A few of my girlfriends and I went out to dinner before the Roller Skating Birthday Party. We would have invited everyone but then there wouldn’t have been a roller skating party what with every one opting out of the 8:00 p.m. Wednesday start time. What can I say? I’m not the schedule boss of Skateville! Had we gone earlier we would have been thrown into a rink full of kids. Because when we arrived, all the kids were leaving and it was a zoo!
I got to the roller garden’s lobby, the first to arrive (not knowing Nugget had gotten to the rink before us and had been sitting by the Snack Shack in the throngs of kids) and was approached by a woman, who stuck our her hand saying she was “Bad Monkey” from some roller derby group in Rochester, Minnesota.
“I need to practice,” she said.
“Is there adult skate tonight?” she asked, knowing full well that there was adult skate night that night because she later told me, during her tale of her life, that she comes to the rink every Wednesday to practice for the roller derby. I’m thinking it was her way of trying to get me to ask her some questions. Like she needed that to tell me all about her roller derbying.
Jesus, Bad Monkey, thanks for oversharing and making me annoyed before I even got my roller skates on!
My friend Patty arrived during Bad Monkey’s telling me her entire life-on-skates story. Patty. Sweet Patty. She approached us and said hi to Bad Monkey, saying she looked familiar from my Facebook page. Assuming she was one of my party guests. I’m trying to figure out which one of you Facebook friends of mine she thinks Bad Monkey reminded her of. She wasn’t sure. She was just sure that Bad Monkey looked like a friend of mine.
You think? What with Bad Monkey being way into my space, talking as though we were best buds of a lifetime?
My party started to arrive and we went in and I got my old-to-everyone roller skates.
Dudes. I probably don’t have to tell you this, you could probably guess for yourselves, but I am very bad at roller skating.
*Crap!* I was in the middle of typing and everything just went kaflooey! Why does WordPress hate me today?!
I was the only one who fell. But I wasn’t skating at the time, and I was standing on the carpet when I went down on my back (cleaning up whatever the hell it was on the carpeting with my sweater) The only witness was Hannah Banana, my friend’s young daughter, who just laughed at me and accused me of doing it on purpose! Stinker!
I got into the photo booth, one (or two) at a time with each of my party guests. I didn’t get the opportunity to have my husband and ex-husband in the booth with me together. Timing was off. Childhood pal Judy’s got some special plans for the photos. I’ll let you know when I find out what she’s doing with them.
It was the most fun. I laughed so hard and would do it again next year, if I could sucker my friends into doing it again!
The biggest thing of the night was looking around, seeing how many friends I have who love me. This is what happens when you let good people in.
Thank you for coming Judy, Maggi, Jen, Patty, Nugget, Luke, Paul, Chelle, Tami, Jacquie, Anne, Lori, Hannah Banana, Deb and Steve.
We’ve only got 364 more days to recuperate before the next Roller Skating Birthday Party!