Did I mention I went roller skating again?
Well, I did, with Asta this time.
Yes, there was good whiskey smuggled into the establishment, but only because I wanted to avoid another ugly scene with the rink’s octogenarian manager. And no, I didn’t “catch some air” this time, thank you for worrying. I stayed (mostly, though wobbly) upright.
What was highly amusing, however, was watching about fifty 10 year-olds, decked out in their AF apparel and sporting orange and green black-light day-glo wheeled roller skates dancing, in perfect rhythm, to Pys’ Gangnam Style.
If it weren’t for the whiskey…