So this last weekend was the week after my best friend, Emily’s, birthday (yes, I realize that she and my sister share the same name). The first birthday of her’s since I moved away. And I was going to send her a present that I had made for her, but I so wanted to see her in person, to give it to her myself. And so I asked my parents if I could go and visit her. They said yes and then I decided that I really wanted to surprise her.
So we worked through her mom and it was all set up. I had such a hard time containing myself. This would be the first time visiting Emily since I moved over nine months ago. I wanted nothing more than to call her and enthuse about all the fun things we could do. But I managed to hold it in for a week and early Saturday morning we began the three-hour drive to get to her house (thanks Mom!). We got there at around at around 9:45 am and were talking to her parents for a little bit. My plan was to sneak down and wake her up because she normally sleeps in SUPER late on weekends. But we stood there talking for a little while and before I could go down and get her up, she screams, “JULIA!!!” and comes running up the stairs, tackling me into a hug.
Emily said that she heard my voice and thought she was dreaming, but then heard my mom’s voice and snapped right awake. Apparently my mom has a very distinctive voice. Though to be fair we are both very loud people.
That night we decided to invite two of our other friends, Mallory and Maia, over and go roller skating.
We went to dinner first, but we accidentally chose this really fancy Italian restaurant. I mean we were the only ones there under forty. But it was okay. The food was amazing (I ordered the lasagna), the service was really good, and we had a great time.
After we had finished, came the roller skating. Now I had never been roller skating before. And I was pretty nervous. We got there and rented some shoes and we were off…sort of.
I could barely make it past the benches. But I kind of shuffled my way along to the rink and made it in successfully. My short-lived success was over as soon as I got into the rink. I hugged the wall with all my might, but ended up falling probably twice within the first twenty feet. Mallory took my hand and tried to help me as best as possible, but I just had no idea what I was doing. Luckily we ran into another girl who was willing to help…possibly out of pity. She pulled me aside and taught me all she could, but I was just abysmal.
I clung to Mallory for dear life (sorry if I broke your arm, Mallory) and landed on my butt about every two minutes. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t see, which probably attributed to my amazing falls. Because no, I couldn’t just fall. I had to try to catch myself, so I was flailing around like a…I don’t even know what while squealing loudly and praying that I didn’t die…which inevitably ended in me crashing to the ground. The funny thing was that I was actually pretty good at catching myself. I would nearly completely fall with both feet off the ground and then somehow still manage to ninja my way back to my feet. And yes, I just made ‘ninja’ a verb. One time I totally knocked over this guy and his girlfriend and I was so embarrassed, but their friend, who was using one of the little-kid-cart-things (which I probably should have too, but my pride prevented me from), started yelling at them about knocking me over. It was pretty hilarious.
And then there was this one guy who was pretty consistently lapping me seeing as I was going as slow as humanly possible with wheels attached to your feet. But every time he passed he would shout words of encouragement at me. One time on his way around he said, “Is this your first time?”
So I sarcastically replied, “How could you tell?”
His answer was, “Something to do with you falling all over the place.”
I laughed and responded with, “Come on! I’m a pro!”
He continued along and I got maybe halfway around the rink (and that’s a generous estimation) before he got back over to me…right as I nearly fell again.
“I have to admit, this is actually quite amusing,” he told me.
“Yes, because my pain is always hilarious,” I joked back.
“You’re making people smile. See!” he exclaimed, gesturing at his own smile.
He kept pace with Mallory and me for a bit, in which time I nearly fell again. And when I say nearly fell, I mean I totally would’ve face planted had he not grabbed my other hand. But then as soon as he let go and skated off again I fell. Deciding it was time for a break, Mallory and I headed over to the outside of the rink where Maia and Emily soon joined us.
“That guy was totally hitting on Julia,” Mallory bragged to our other two friends.
“He was not!” I objected.
“Come on,” Emily laughed, “like five minutes into civilization and you have people flirting with you.”
To be fair, I don’t really know if he was flirting with me or not. Though everyone else seems positive that he was. I guess I’ll never find out. When we got back onto the floor he was gone.
We skated around for most of the rest of the night and then when it was time to leave, we turned in our shoes and walked out of the building. We stopped right outside for a while, enjoying the cool, misty air as opposed to the hot, stuffy arena. And there he was again, standing in the corner and talking on the phone. I wanted to approach him and thank him, maybe learn his name, but I didn’t want to interrupt his call, so, not being able to stall any longer, we all left.
The rest of the weekend was fairly uneventful. We hung out and talked and drew this cool mural with chalk. But sadly the time to leave came much sooner than anticipated. And the three-hour drive home ensued.
All in all I had a lot of fun..and have a lot of bruises. It was great to see my friends again and to get away from the house for a bit. Though I am a little disappointed I didn’t even get the mystery guy’s name. Oh well. If you’re reading this, Roller Rink Guy (ha…ha ha, that’s likely), thanks for your help and just for your information, I’m much better without the wheels.
Sorry about not posting last week,
Julia E. Flowers