Yesterday, we celebrated the 10th bday of one of my friend’s kids with a skating party at Tarwheels. I made sure it was ok with the birthday girl that I skated, too, not wanting to steal all her birthday thunder with my cool-osity on wheels.
In truth, there wasn’t a whole lot of cool-osity because those ill-fitting skates made the tendonitis in my right foot burn like a mofo, but! It really was fun. I don’t know what the deal was with the DJ, but he didn’t spin the really good tunes until near the end (“No Parking on the Dance Floor” and “Freakazoid,” anyone?). Once the hot tunes were cranking, I had flashbacks of being the same age as the birthday girl and skating my heart out with my buddies. A couple of us elderly parents were on wheels, and it really was pretty hard work, but I had the best time.
I want a skating party for my birthday! Let’s do a private party–hope they’ll let us play our own music since all us creaky old parental types were excited about the prospect of some punk tunes and skatemoshing! Hope someone will be on hand to drive us to the Urgent Care! Since I had no parties as a child, I insist on having them as an adult, so let’s do this in September!