Rollin' with the Homies

Okay, so the year of the rabbit didn’t start off as well as expected.  The photography exhibit was fun, although this boy I went on a few dates with this summer was there (who I am convinced has Aspergers) and I smiled and waved at him from across the room because I’m an adult and that’s what adults do when they see someone they know and he turned his head and ignored me.  At first I thought that maybe he didn’t see me, so a little later I gave him another smile and nothing.  Not even a tiny glimmer of recognition crossed his face despite the fact that he was looking directly at me.

Then, oddly, the next morning he sent me an email saying “I hope you had a good time at the exhibit, sorry I didn’t get a chance to say hello, you guys left pretty early.”  Seriously.  The only explanation is Aspergers.  This is the same guy I went on four dates with, and on those four dates he barely made eye contact and never actually physically touched me.  Ever.  Four dates was three dates too many.  No, four dates were four too many.

Then the sort-of-cute guy that was supposed to show up and hang out and go to dinner with us showed up late, having already eaten dinner and didn’t express any interest in me or going to dinner so that was the end of that.

Year of the rabbit is not looking like it’s going to the year of The Romance.  But it is starting to look like THE YEAR OF THE GROUP SKATE!

Despite the ridiculous lines, and the venue running out of skate rentals, Saturday night’s Down and Dirty Disco Derby was AMAZING.  Being on skates again reminded me of something very very important.  I ROCK ON SKATES.  And if my skates hadn’t been two sizes too big, I would have done some serious tricked out tricks.  But they were two sizes too big so i had to settle for less tricked out tricks--like majorly awesome dance moves.

The best part of the night, however, was the fact that people would stop me and ask me to take a picture of them because I had my big pseudo-professional camera around my neck.  People just assumed I was the official party photographer and why on earth would I destroy that fun little fantasy?  So I took photos of tons of people in elaborate costumes and told them to check out the party website for photos later in the week.

Sometimes you just have to get in character and then run skate with it.