signs of life in a foreign land
So... last night I go ice-skating in G-ville, which was kind of lame for a number of reasons. Things like the skates being too wide for my feet and constantly slipping on my ankles - occasionally making my turns suddenly exciting. Things like the colossal number of little kids. Things like there being no room for distance, and a quarter inch of water on the surface making for really interesting turns. Things like one of my friends being too drunk to stand.
Then again, I am ice-skating in G-ville. It is eighty degrees out, and I am on ice - that is kind of wild. I placed another friend's feet on the ice for the first time, and saw to it that she only wiped out twice all night, and by the end of the evening she had learned passable basic technique and was starting to pick up speed. Stranger still, the folks running the thing turn out to be huge Soul Coughing fans, and I get to flaunt my esoteric-music credentials. Better yet, I only wipe out once myself - and nobody breaks any bones.
Tonight does not promise to be quite as entertaining due to less ambitious planning (read: 'slacking') on my part, but I'll do what I can with what I have. Only boring people are bored.
Happy New Year, everyone.