No, not the two classmates whom I saw in the Electric Fetus today, it was the guy who emcees for the Northstar Roller Girls. Bear in mind that I have barely heard him say one sentence as he slumps in the front row of lecture.
I had been meaning to go to a roller derby for a couple of years now, but I hadn’t been able to convince any friends to go. My coworker Jodi wanted to go for her birthday, so that was plenty of excuse for me to walk two blocks to the convention center.
The bouts were a great deal of fun. Sarah declined to go this time, but of my friends who haven’t gone, I’d say that Lisa and my mom would have the most fun. There’s even wine and punk rock. My friends who have gone should be taking me when other options do not avail.
We sat in “sniffer’s row,” and I got in trouble for it, again. I’m just kidding: they call it the “Danger Zone,” and in said “Danger Zone,” sometimes skaters fall into your lap. Sometimes Val Kilmer is your wingman, but never mind that.
(the shocker is “two for the pink, one for the stink”)