At the St. Pat’s Day party last night Emily and I realized that we work within a mile of each other. She teaches ice-skating just around the corner from where I test computer software. This is neat ‘cause I thought that I was working alone out here in the ass end of town. Suddenly a whole possible world of carpooling and lunch sharing has opened up before me. It is also neat ‘cause it means that I get to go ice-skating today! For some reason I’ve had this hankering to go skating for a while now. I really wanted to do it while I was convalescing in KC but I just never got around to it. After I got back to LA I figured that between being lazy and living in a desert I wasn’t going to get the chance.
I knew from Emily that there were a number of rinks around town, but I just assumed that they were all a million miles away, out in nowheresville. Turns out my assumption was pretty much correct and if I didn’t work right around the corner from this place there’s no way I’d drive out to fucking El Segundo to go ice skating. Nonetheless I am psyched at the prospect of skating. I think the last time I did it was at one of Molly McPhee’s birthday parties when I was about 16. Does that make sense? Did Molly have a late fall/winter birthday? I don’t remember. Anyway, the important thing is that my ankles are considerably worse for wear these days so I hope I can make it through the afternoon with out busting my ass. Wish me luck.