I LOVE ROLLER DERBY!

Sue convinced me to go see a Rat City Roller Girls derby on Saturday.
I didn't know much about it and didn't know the rules or anything but what hell.
It was the coolest thing ever!
Chics wearing hot pants and skates trying to knock each other down for two hours.
Elevated genius. Technically there's more too it than that but the details aren't really important.

Upshot= I WANT TO BE A ROLLERGIRL! I actually like hotpants cos I have decent legs from the mid thigh down. Everything above that is suspect but the quads and calves are solid. Still looking for those gold lame hotpants and this would be the perfect opportunity to wear them. Additionally, I love knocking people down! Ever since I could remember I have loved bodychecking people. I always thought I was on an island in this regard, but turns out there's a whole gaggle of chics that feel the same way.
The skating I don't love, but I'll have to adapt.

So. I went to Fast Girl Skates in Wallingford and bought me some rollerskates and pads and (coolest of all) a mouthgaurd! Anything that involves/requires a mouthgaurd is promising.

I've been to two practices so far and there are some badass chics on the practice squad. And they skate fast. I haven't gone all out and participated in full contact cos I don't want to injure myself for my fucking marathon. But after that dumbass idea is finally behind me, I'm in for a dime, in for a dollar.

Another Beautiful Fucking Day

After a much needed eyebrow wax and some ice coffee, us chicas headed to the beach. The water was too cold to swim (too cold for us native Southerners, that is) so we just looked for shells. Michelle found the best one. Bitch.

You know, that was really all we could handle. We had to go home and rest up for supper. Michelle figured out how to turn our leftovers into alfredo. Leave it to her to maximize calories. It was good, though.

Have to leave tomorrow. Leave home to go home.

"I never felt like I left, though. If you've lived in a place and loved it, you never feel like you left it."

Sentimental Education- Revisited

Us chicas had a real girls day yesterday.
Went to The Wharf for lunch.
We had raw oysters and the Captain's Platter (code for too much fried seafood) and Bloody Mary's. We were supposed to be fasting for dinner at Louisiana Lagniappe (Mom's delayed Bday dinner.) But that lasted as long as it took to get menus.
"Oh well, a long day of shopping will work up an appetite", we reasoned.

Then off to the outlets. Slim pickings. I got some more hot pants and a polo shirt.
Mom got a skirt. Michelle just tried on a bunch of stuff and complained about being fat (it runs in the family.)
We all complained about being fat and stuffed and how we hope we're hungry for dinner and then decided to get some gelato.
While we were eating gelato we started laughing hysterically over a private joke that I will reveal later. (Potty humor.)
The owner of the gelato store came over and gave us some more napkins cos we were crying (Olga style.) Mom apologized for us being so loud. The owner said that was ok. It just made her miss her friends.
That shut us up. What happened to her friends? Maybe she meant they just weren't there right now. We didn't ask. We're lucky to have each other and be so close. Enjoy it while it last!
Sigh.


Then we got dressed and went to dinner with the boys. Me and Michelle halfed a bottle of wine and Grouper Pontchartrain, a grouper filet with a whole soft shell crab topped with honey almond bure-blanc.
Then home for more cake and ice cream.

BTW- Haagen Daz Reserve Fleur de Sel caramel ice cream. Don't buy it! Don't try it!
Unless you are trying to gain five pounds.