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Slay bells ring. Are ya listenin'?
Dec. 5th, 2003 02:11 amOn the fourth day of December, in the city known as Kansas, a magical thing happens: all the truck drivers become completely homicidal! Three times today I have been forced to fend for myself against a semi-truck driver who apparently felt that aggression is the better part of driving. Okay, your 40 tons of big rig are superior to my Echo in every way. I GET IT! That doesn't give you the right to make driving on the already-treacherous KC freeways as unsafe as fucking a Haitian hooker. (For those of you unfamiliar with the AIDS situation in Haiti, that's pretty unsafe.)
But enough of that. I promised you all ice skating stories and ice skating stories you shall have. I arrived at A&A's place to find Amy darning her socks and Meghan just chilling. I must say how cool this was because I've never actually seen someone darn socks before. I didn't even know it was still done in this day and age. It would be a shame to see such a splendid verb as "darn" fall by the wayside and I complimented Amy on doing her part to keep the English language alive. Anyway, Adam and Matthew (our official photographic chronicler of the procedings,) arrived and we set out for the Crown Center skating rink. After a fun adventure with yet another trucker who thought he was in a "Mad Max" film, we arrived, entrusted our shoes to complete strangers, put strange, bladed contraptions on our feet, and made our way toward the ice.
Here's where it gets weird. Wonderfully weird. Meghan insisted on holding my hand and skating with me the entire time. This is the same Meghan who's shown zero interest in me up until now, mind you. Yet she she just mosied up and took my hand like it was the most normal thing in the world. I wasn't going to argue. Knowing A&A, this probably lead to much speculation and conversation between them once Meghan left their presence later, but, oh well. Anyway, at the risk of sounding like an utter sap, it was wonderful. I think we had it right with all our first awkward crushes back in grade school and somehow forgot it along the way: holding someone's hand just feels nice. Of course, this wasn't a total Meg Ryan movie by any means. 90% of my time was genuinely spent trying to keep poor Meghan vertical because she genuinely had no clue what she was doing. I am by no means a graceful or agile creature, but I know enough from in-line skating to keep myself from falling over my disloyal limbs like a wounded giraffe. ( South Park Wounded Giraffe Noise Here ) Meghan's not quite there yet, though, so all in all we were probably quite funny to watch although there were others there who were much funnier. Since it was a free event tonight there were A LOT of people, most of whom had very little grace on ice skates. They made me look good by comparisson, and I've got to admit, having a pretty girl clutching onto you gives great incentive to keep looking good, or at least, not as bad as you usually look at this sort of thing. But all those people there meant the poor ice was taking a beating. When we arrived the rink was well past the stage of needing a zamboni and by the end of the night the ice had deteriorated to such a state of chunkiness it was like trying to skate on top of a giant sno-cone. Meghan and I took several spills together, (usually me getting dragged by her to my doom, once or twice me doing the same to her,) with a great deal of laughter about each of them. And I'm proud to say we avoided far more than we participated in. By the end of the night we were breathless, aching, and laughing just for the sake of it. It was one of the best times I've had in a good long while.
Meghan and I have a movie date for tomorrow night. I'm curious to see how things will go.
But enough of that. I promised you all ice skating stories and ice skating stories you shall have. I arrived at A&A's place to find Amy darning her socks and Meghan just chilling. I must say how cool this was because I've never actually seen someone darn socks before. I didn't even know it was still done in this day and age. It would be a shame to see such a splendid verb as "darn" fall by the wayside and I complimented Amy on doing her part to keep the English language alive. Anyway, Adam and Matthew (our official photographic chronicler of the procedings,) arrived and we set out for the Crown Center skating rink. After a fun adventure with yet another trucker who thought he was in a "Mad Max" film, we arrived, entrusted our shoes to complete strangers, put strange, bladed contraptions on our feet, and made our way toward the ice.
Here's where it gets weird. Wonderfully weird. Meghan insisted on holding my hand and skating with me the entire time. This is the same Meghan who's shown zero interest in me up until now, mind you. Yet she she just mosied up and took my hand like it was the most normal thing in the world. I wasn't going to argue. Knowing A&A, this probably lead to much speculation and conversation between them once Meghan left their presence later, but, oh well. Anyway, at the risk of sounding like an utter sap, it was wonderful. I think we had it right with all our first awkward crushes back in grade school and somehow forgot it along the way: holding someone's hand just feels nice. Of course, this wasn't a total Meg Ryan movie by any means. 90% of my time was genuinely spent trying to keep poor Meghan vertical because she genuinely had no clue what she was doing. I am by no means a graceful or agile creature, but I know enough from in-line skating to keep myself from falling over my disloyal limbs like a wounded giraffe. ( South Park Wounded Giraffe Noise Here ) Meghan's not quite there yet, though, so all in all we were probably quite funny to watch although there were others there who were much funnier. Since it was a free event tonight there were A LOT of people, most of whom had very little grace on ice skates. They made me look good by comparisson, and I've got to admit, having a pretty girl clutching onto you gives great incentive to keep looking good, or at least, not as bad as you usually look at this sort of thing. But all those people there meant the poor ice was taking a beating. When we arrived the rink was well past the stage of needing a zamboni and by the end of the night the ice had deteriorated to such a state of chunkiness it was like trying to skate on top of a giant sno-cone. Meghan and I took several spills together, (usually me getting dragged by her to my doom, once or twice me doing the same to her,) with a great deal of laughter about each of them. And I'm proud to say we avoided far more than we participated in. By the end of the night we were breathless, aching, and laughing just for the sake of it. It was one of the best times I've had in a good long while.
Meghan and I have a movie date for tomorrow night. I'm curious to see how things will go.
