This weekend we spent time with three of my favorite girls. For months they've been asking to go rollerskating. Finally this weekend it seemed to work out that we could strap on the wheels and roll to the music (while praying we didn't fall down and break a hip or something). I used to be a roller skating maniac. I LOVED it. Probably because it was the one sport that I could actually do. After 24 years out of the game, I was a little concerned about going. Here's my entourage:
D - she's only 13 people. I'm not sure, I'm positive she looks about 21 in this picture.
She's a dynamo on skates. She can squirt sour candy into her mouth, do the chicken dance and skate without missing a beat.
E - she tends to be tired after about 3 laps. Until she squirts about 1/3 of a bottle of sour candy spray into her mouth. Then she's ready for 3 more laps.
She is the video game queen. I'm not entirely sure how long she was at the games, but she was clearly in her element.
Zoe - she was ready to strap on the wheels and see if she liked this roller skating business. Then she found out they had a bar.
For the next 90 minutes she wouldn't come off the rink. She LOVED it. By the last 15 minutes, she was racing me. She won.
N complained about his knees and how we would need someone to sit with all our stuff...blah, blah, blah. Personally I think he was texting our friends and making bets about how many laps before I fell down.
It was a great day with our girls, learning the joys of sour candy spray and realizing that after 24 years, roller skating is like riding a bike.
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