Billets comportant le tag goodtimes

cleaning in anticipation of…?

Roller derby totally fucking ruled and I’m already going to buy a pair of skates, because all the loaner skates seem to be for gals with teeny feet.  Honestly, the only downside to the whole night was my poor toes being crushed to death in the boots—I wear a women’s 10, and the loaner skates were an 8.  Oof.

I was really, really wobbly at first, and I am not very good about stopping myself without the controlled fall techniques (fucking snow plows, how do you work?!), but I started to get the hang of it near the end.  Me and one of the other n00bs were told to go off to the side and work on basic skating while the rest of the women played a bout, so I just zipped back and forth on a straightaway working on confidence on my wheels and all of the falls.  I got complimented by one of the vets on my falls—she was surprised that it was only my first session—and in general, everyone was super friendly and welcoming.  

I had such a good time.  I can’t wait to go back, and I can’t wait to get better.  I’m sure I’m going to be sore tomorrow, as capoeira and running fitness do not necessarily equal skating fitness, but I’m still glad I went.  This could end up being something that really brings me up out of this rut I’ve been for the last couple of years.

I had far too much to drink last night (and apparently got really shouty and mean right before we all went to bed), but outside of feeling achy and tired, I haven’t felt bad at all today.  I am astonished at how trashed the house is, even for as many people as we had—almost 40 people at the peak of the shenanigans, a record for us—but no regrets here.  It was a fantastic and memorable party, made even better by the lunar eclipse.  We all went into the driveway at about 1115p and laid out for a long time, watching the moon change, sipping drinks, talking, laughing, and generally being refreshed by each others’ company.

I can’t wait to get back to the States, but I am certainly going to miss this lot.  I’ve really got a great group of people in my life.

Drunk bartender gal came later in the evening as a customer, not working.  Regular bartender says she’s actually a pretty cool gal, but kind of in trouble right now.  I feel bad for her.

Just saved 15 percent bucks because I made some friends at karaoke tonight and they gave me a ride home, so I didn’t have to take a cab.  It was mostly a big Mariah Carey party, and since there weren’t many of us, we did songs two in a row and gave no fucks.  They were all actually really good singers, and we had several songs where there were three or four part harmonies, sounding like a real goddam band.

One of my new BFFs decided my stage name was Shoshanna Rooster (due to my fauxhawk?  O_o) and once dated a Brazilian man, so was very approving of me singing “Mais Que Nada” tonight.  He was also generous with the buyings of the drinks and therefore it is sleep time.

Overall, tonight was quality. 

Aw yeah, solo Rock Band time.

I would love to entertain y’all, but I am tipping over like even as I type.  I gave the taxi guy 4 dollars for a tip, not because he was great (though he was), but because I couldn’t think of what else money was.  So I’mma sleep.

If you felt like going out, but nobody else did, would you go anyway and have fun by yourself?

(I’m about to go out by myself to my fave karaoke bar.  Sometimes, I just love to go and be by myself in a crowd and make buddies for the night at the bar.  Sometimes, I feel fancy and misanthropic and rent the private room ALL FOR ME.  Tonight, I’m in the mood for the former, not the latter.)