I swan the roller rink is like a land lost in time. It’s true. One of Calluna’s minions had a birthday party today at Roller Coasters in Hampton Cove.
When I walked in The Bangles were playing and when I walked out it was Duran Duran. I felt like I was 9 and being dropped off by my Mom at Rainbow Skate Rink to an all day skate Saturday. Except, I’m 36 not nine.
Oooh! Oooh! Let’s talk about Rainbow. I used to go skating with my cousin Rusty on Saturdays. His sister, Bangs, er, I mean Kathryn, used to go too with her best friend Darlene. If there were two cooler 80’s girls than Darlene and Kathryn I didn’t know them. They had big ole hair and their own skates and they even had cool purple boxes to carry their skates in! They could truck and do all these dances while they skated. It was all just too much to bear for an awkward pre-teen like me. Rainbow had, get this, a special floor for break dancing. I mean…I could name names but I’ll refrain.
Roller Rinks even smell just like they did in 1987. The play the same games (shoot the duck, wipeout, and tag) and serve pizza that looks exactly the same. I guess you stick with what works.
I love to skate. I just…I don’t know. I know it’s all terribly uncool but I like it. I could do it all day.
He liked it too. He embraced it with wild abandon and probably fell no less than twenty times.
Even the light patterns on the floor and ceiling seemed to be the same. Although I did hear a lot more Gangnam Style today at the rink. Not sure I was hearing many South Korean rappers in the eighties.
After skating off an on for three hours I had some pretty gnarly blisters on my ankles. I’d show you but my Mom gets all irritable when I put gross pictures up.
Hmmm…How about I photoshop it for you?
See, here are my ankles with the blisters photoshopped out. Oh, blast. I forgot I didn’t know how to photoshop things.
Well, good thing I didn’t forget how to roller skate because it was just as fun as it used to be – without all the worry about not having a partner for the couples skate.