just got back, from a wonderfully fantabulous evening, and phew are my legs all jiggled... my head is feeling under mugga compression (although I think that has more to do with the lack o' sleep factor)... and i'm completely and entirely womped!
i may be pretty footloose and fancy-free when it comes to blading. and despite that fact it's been some many years since i've even donned the things, i'm still on top of my game. but, boy am i otherwise out of shape! quickly losing my breath, sweating up a storm, and just generally giving my back quite the run for it's money!
little did i remember just how entirely awesome "going around, and around, in an oval for 2 & a half hours" can be when in good company! I nabbed bethy-poo early on in the evening, we then made it to the miles' just in the nick of time for all other previously arranged timings. miss ruthanne still had to milk the goat, thanks to a lack of clear communication on many parts... so we ran a bit late meeting mister jonathan at wood village. but he was there, still, with little to no visible concern over our tardiness... *scrunchy face, still unsure of that part of the evening*
jonathan followed my lead and we got to skateworld smoothly. the sullivans were there already waiting in line for the place to open. somehow leslie hadn't gotten the message that i would be coming, so she shrieked with delight and came running out to greet me/us! w00t! soon came the flood of everyone else, including the sherwoods, the wolds, heather, annette & erick van dyke, wendy, and other little girls i know not so well... what a troop we brought! no?
*must rest/sleep & begin to tackle more of her end of bartering duties*
