Gravity 1, Coordination 0.
I agreed to hang out with J and our close single friends at the skating rink even though I’d only been skating 3 times in my life and one was ice skating in Hawaii of all places. not my cup of tea but you got to do what you got to do to make it work, right? *ahem*
30 seconds on the floor and it was each leg for itself and I landed smack dab on my ass. hard. I played it like I was really hurt, got in the fetal position and everything and I open my eyes to see the inside of a football huddle of little kids asking me if I’m alright. I make it around the rink 4 times that night, no more casualties. This was after dinner and before cosmic bowling. Conversely I excelled in the lanes…the grace! the form! the spares and strikes! I surpassed my goal of breaking 100. but my clothes stink of secondhand smoke.