Wheels

Yesterday, Chris and I took the girls to Roller Magic in Hyde Park for a birthday party. There were lots of roller bladers and people tripping and falling in their brown and orange rentals. Of course, Chris and I didn't get skates - pretending we're not skating because we want to help the girls, but realizing we're too old and out of shape to try the embarassing feat of roller skating again. We're not the only ones. There are tons of parents walking along the edge with their little ones slipping and tripping all over the place. We laugh at the parents brave enough to look like goofballs on wheels and secretly wish we had the cojones to join them. And then, Expose's "Point of No Return" breaks out from the speakers. Parents all over the room are standing up, bopping to the music, suddenly transformed to 1986. Chris is picturing himself gliding backwards around the rink in his Cavaricchis and his spiky hair. You can almost smell the Drakkar in the air! There's a woman busting a move while the kids on the Dance Revolution machine are wondering why "that old lady is spazzing out". It gets Chris in the mood to blast freestyle music in the car with the windows down. Then I remind him we're 38 and driving a minivan. Oh well, at least we have the memories!