I Got a Brand New Pair of Roller Skates

I took Ryanne roller skating last night. No, I didn't make the obvious mistake and put skates on myself. I have a very clear picture of what happens when someone my size and age falls down. If I had any inclination to 'just try it' all I had to do was check out how many little kids were bouncing off the floor, and realize that I wouldn't bounce. I told Ryanne the only way I could skate is if I used a walker. She thought I was joking, but we know different.
There are two stereotypes of old- senile or wise. Since I came home without bruises or breaks, I'll claim the latter category.
I had a lot of fun watching though. Ryanne, of course, flew around the course. When the limbo contest started I was worried that this would be the one time that she didn't win, but of course she did. Then there were the teenagers. Mostly they just put on the rented skates, wobbled to a table and sat around talking all night. There was a group of four girls who reminded me what it was like being fourteen- they spent the entire evening in the restroom worrying about how their hair looked. Every time I checked- there they were. But I didn't see any teenage boys so the girls girls must have been trying to look good for each other. I suppose there might have been teenage boys who spent the evening in front of the mirror in the mens room.
I was relieved to hear that the music was not golden oldies from the fifties and sixties like the stuff played in every restaurant and fast food place in town. No Jan and Dean, Beach Boys, or Peter and Gordon. Some of the songs might have been from the last century, but they were all new to me. Oh- except for some excellent Queen numbers, but Queen never gets old.
So that was my adventure. Ryanne spent the night with her dad, but was back bright and early this morning, so I wonder what I'll do today.
Nancy Sherer