of skates and blood
I have a new itch.
Well, at least I have been entertaining insane fantasies about joining a roller derby team ever since Whip it!
(Would that be a Roller Derbier? Roller Derby-ist? As you can tell, the learning curve is steep: I'm not even sure what the girls in the helmets are properly called. All I know is that they looked like they were having way too much fun, spinning around the track and taking out some aggression in cute little outfits. What's not to love?)
I'm not quite ready for rolling just yet, as I wait for my foot to heal so I'm stuck on the sidelines. (Quick update from the delinquent blogger: Stress fracture, left foot. Big drag.)
Holly, Stephanie and I chitchatted while a gaggle of our own skated their little legs off at Oaks Park before we made a pit stop for November 11th, part two: Dinner and Augusten Burroughs.
You know I had to pick the one with the bulldogs. Aren't they darling?
Well, at least I have been entertaining insane fantasies about joining a roller derby team ever since Whip it!
(Would that be a Roller Derbier? Roller Derby-ist? As you can tell, the learning curve is steep: I'm not even sure what the girls in the helmets are properly called. All I know is that they looked like they were having way too much fun, spinning around the track and taking out some aggression in cute little outfits. What's not to love?)
I'm not quite ready for rolling just yet, as I wait for my foot to heal so I'm stuck on the sidelines. (Quick update from the delinquent blogger: Stress fracture, left foot. Big drag.)
Holly, Stephanie and I chitchatted while a gaggle of our own skated their little legs off at Oaks Park before we made a pit stop for November 11th, part two: Dinner and Augusten Burroughs.
You know I had to pick the one with the bulldogs. Aren't they darling?Now Shana will try to claim that she's his soulmate, as did half of the audience last night, but secretly he has always been one of my favorites, call that what you may.
(You'll be pleased to know we didn't rush the stage, ask for a vial of his blood or his number. Something tells me he wouldn't bat an eye, considering he was incredibly generous, and I think he is used to his somewhat creepy fan base.)
It was a might nice first Friday night, indeed.
(You'll be pleased to know we didn't rush the stage, ask for a vial of his blood or his number. Something tells me he wouldn't bat an eye, considering he was incredibly generous, and I think he is used to his somewhat creepy fan base.)
It was a might nice first Friday night, indeed.
Comments
Is that DREW Barrymore as one of the Derby Queens?
Now Augusten Burroughs would be interesting. His Running with Scissors book just about sent me over the edge, but it was brilliant. And bold.
I know if we didn't have gimpy feet to contend with, we would TOTALLY rock a roller derby team (either the Doomsbury Group or Mombastic; we can decide when we're healed).
And you thought your foot was a drag.
I so very much want to see Whip It!
-Stu
Sorry to hear about your foot. Speedy healing.