Last night I took my 9 yr old daughter and her friend to Roll On America for some good old-fashioned roller skating fun. On the way, I listened to them talk. "If L. is there, are you going to ask him to skate?" "Ya." "I'll give you $2 to ask him to skate." "I don't have $2." "$1?" This continued until the rate became a quarter. I had to giggle, remembering my own visits to the roller skating rink.
Will so-and-so be there? Will he ask me to skate? Should I ask him to skate when it's Ladies' Choice? Will he hold my hand if we skate together? I remembered being at the rink with my friends, all dressed in our tight Jordache jeans, scanning the crowd for our Ladies' Choice victims. And as soon as the beginning sounds of Total Eclipse of the Heart started playing, and the DJ announced, "Ladies' Choice", we would skate over to our choice and shyly (not really) ask, "Want to skate?"
Then I started sharing with the girls how we used to communicate in the past before texting and emailing took over the world to a time way back when you didn't call a boy after 9 PM because when you were calling him, you were calling his home phone, and you didn't dare wake his parents. You also had to be careful when leaving messages on the answering machine, because the answering machine was one that was played by hitting a "play" button, with your message sounding aloud for all in the near vicinity to hear. There was no texting; you had to actually speak to say what you wanted. You had to actually dial the phone number and ask to speak with the "boy of your dreams". And most times you had to ask this of one of his parents.
So L. wasn't there at roller skating, and there was no couples skate or Ladies' Choice, and no one owed anyone any money for their courage. And there was no Total Eclipse of the Heart and no Thriller video played on the big screen and so...I didn't see the need to rent skates for myself. Until....I saw the girls of Roller Derby practicing after our session, but that's a whole other blog.