If y'all haven't gathered by now anyway, I'm kinda taking a break from blogging. Blogging every day in April wore me out a bit and I've got tons of stuff going on, but somehow I need to just be able to write about it without any feedback for awhile.
I'm sure I'll feel all important and publicly confessional again in the near future, but for right now I just need to slow down a little.
16 May 2009
11 May 2009
Roller Choco
Ok, so in the past week, a lot has happened. I have decided that I am going to try out for the North Star Roller Girls. That is what brought me to the club on Saturday night. Ok, so starting from the beginning: Last week on Saturday, I went to Free Comic Book Day at the Source. It was there that I first encountered the NSRG and found out that they were recruiting. I thought, hmmm, I always wanted to be a roller girl, and a new obsession was born. They were even handing out comp tickets to this Saturday's bout. Since then I have gone to a gear meeting where I figured out my skate size and what pads and safety equipment I need and I have spent a full 3 days now obsessing about wheels and bearings.
Saturday night Owow and I went to my first roller derby bout. I am in love. Now, I am not much of a sports fan. I don't get into football or basketball or any of those other sports. I like the Olympics. But when I went to Scotland a year and a half ago, I found out something interesting. If you put me in a pub where there is a soccer game being televised, I am capable of leaping out of my seat and cheering. I surprised even myself. The same thing happened at the bout. At first it was interesting; I was analysing the rules and how they were being employed; I was just trying to keep up. But by about 20 minutes into it, I was screaming my ass off. By the end I think I may have deafened a man that was sitting in front of me.
After the bout, we decided to go to the afterparty at the Ugly Mug in downtown Minneapolis. So after several very tense minutes of "if we don't find a parking spot in the next 10 minutes, we are just going home" (Owow doesn't like it when I deny him his punk-rock girl watching time) we finally found a spot and headed for the bar. I don't usually go to dance clubs on Saturday nights. There is a certain species of woman that I refer to (none to generously) as a clubho. They are exceedingly skinny, barely clothed and drinking as if their lives depend on it. I won't go into it too much more as I might be funny, but really these girls are just trying to have a good time and it's not their fault that they hit one of my buttons. However, it was hilarious to watch as the DJ announced that the Roller Girls were in the house and suddenly every skinny bitch in the bar upped her whoretastic game. Skirts got shorter, hips swung harder, and stick women tried to shake asses that were nonexistant.
Anyway, I am now just waiting for my damned skates. I ordered them last Wednesday and every day since then I have been watching for the UPS guy like an impatient eight year old.
Saturday night Owow and I went to my first roller derby bout. I am in love. Now, I am not much of a sports fan. I don't get into football or basketball or any of those other sports. I like the Olympics. But when I went to Scotland a year and a half ago, I found out something interesting. If you put me in a pub where there is a soccer game being televised, I am capable of leaping out of my seat and cheering. I surprised even myself. The same thing happened at the bout. At first it was interesting; I was analysing the rules and how they were being employed; I was just trying to keep up. But by about 20 minutes into it, I was screaming my ass off. By the end I think I may have deafened a man that was sitting in front of me.
After the bout, we decided to go to the afterparty at the Ugly Mug in downtown Minneapolis. So after several very tense minutes of "if we don't find a parking spot in the next 10 minutes, we are just going home" (Owow doesn't like it when I deny him his punk-rock girl watching time) we finally found a spot and headed for the bar. I don't usually go to dance clubs on Saturday nights. There is a certain species of woman that I refer to (none to generously) as a clubho. They are exceedingly skinny, barely clothed and drinking as if their lives depend on it. I won't go into it too much more as I might be funny, but really these girls are just trying to have a good time and it's not their fault that they hit one of my buttons. However, it was hilarious to watch as the DJ announced that the Roller Girls were in the house and suddenly every skinny bitch in the bar upped her whoretastic game. Skirts got shorter, hips swung harder, and stick women tried to shake asses that were nonexistant.
Anyway, I am now just waiting for my damned skates. I ordered them last Wednesday and every day since then I have been watching for the UPS guy like an impatient eight year old.
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