face down fun
friday found me at a familiar place of my past, though on quite the other side of the looking glass, so to speak. i ended up at the ice arena, though instead of waiting for a hockey game to start so i could clap enough to keep my hands warm, i was on the ice instead, whirling around in the unsteady footing of someone who hasn't skated in years (6 i think?), being whizzed-by from punk kids and skating show-offs. i was actually doing really well, considering i was with a group of hockey players, all who knew how to stay on their feet, and were regulars at that sort of thing... that is, until i hit what i'm sure was a rock in the middle of the ice, and definitely found myself face down on the ice. the 3 people i was skating with had the courtesy to stop and turn around to see if i was okay, and when i assured them that no broken bones had resulted, they started to skate off. until i gasped an incredulous, "well, could you at least help me up?". i guess they're used to the hockey-ers getting up on their own, sans toe-pick and all.
we finished the evening at a dive, drinking beer, playing foosball, and shooting pumas on a safari video game. it was nice to be reunited with this fun pack from my past, and i thoroughly enjoyed just being part of a group of good kids ... as opposed to my saturday night, when i was fondled by 3 women at once.
current mood: still a little shivery