Roller Blading: Better than Heaven

Hey, everybody. Following my previous post, I would like to review my awesomely fun time at rollerblading where my friend's b-day party was. Knowing me I'd screw it up, and I did. But i've only gone rollerblading twice before, and as I always say, third time's a charm! At least, I say that 'cause I'm born on the third.

Kayso, when we got there I was already hyperventilating and ready to pass out with embarassment. I'm horrible at skating. But there was this other girl there, Hee-An, who also couldn't skate. So when we got on the rink, we held each others' hands for support and scooched at -34 mph around the huge area. After a while, though, we both got the hang of it and I was able to push off slightly. But it was still pretty awkward, and I came around each bend looking like some sort of constipated five-year old.



But all the while I carried the bitter envy for the birthday girl, Elise, who skated around the rink like a dove in the air. She was going backwards and overlapping us. I was frustrated I started to see myself skating past her beautifully and twirling the air, making ballerina gestures so elegant and lithe that everyone's eyeballs popped out.

Wow, that looks sad because of how unrealistic it is. But eventually I caught on and started pushing faster and faster, until finally I skated past Elise. I was so proud I kept going, doing tricks like spreading my feet apart and then in. It. Was. Awesome. Until....

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwww....












Epilogue:

Well, now I'm better, but when I sit down my tailbone hurts like hell, and my butt's got a huge bruise on it. Oh, well, at least I got to eat some cake.