I had been home for exactly 45 minutes when Nick called me. Which would have made it 15 minutes shy of 2AM. I attributed the insanely late night call to wanting to ensure that I had made it home safely and thus, didn’t hold it against him. He asked what I was doing and I told him I was getting ready for bed. When he asked if I was in my nightclothes? And I called him a doofus and told him I’d talk to him in the morning. Just before I hung up, he asked if he could see me again on Friday. I told him that could be arranged and we made plans to go ice skating.
Anyone who knows me? Knows that I’m a ridiculous klutz. Think… insurance hazard. I totally am. I broke my foot and ankle walking down a level driveway to my car one afternoon… in flats. So, watching me ice skate is a total trip. But, I had told Nick that I had been taking lessons and so he wanted to see me in action. (1)
We went to the Star Center in Plano. While a much smaller rink than the Frisco Star Center; it’s also much less populated and so there’s a smaller audience to see me fall flat on my keister. This is a win for everyone in my book. Nick? Is an excellent skater. He was skating backwards, at first grinning at me and then pulling me along as I was losing balance on the ice. Finally, determined to show him that I WAS actually capable of skating at an 8-yr. old level; I popped in my headphones and skated up ahead of him to show him how I could take the turns leaning in without slowing down. So…. to the tune of “Don’t Tread on Me?” I smacked face-first into the wall and fell backwards onto a toddler.
Grace Kelly? I am not.
Laughing his butt off?? He totally was.
I’m not sure I’m going out with him again. And I’m also not sure on who’s call that decision will be made. But, I do know that my entire body is going to need to be iced for a good, long while. And I shouldn’t tell my insurance company that I was at the rink when they determine I broke every bone in my body… because I really think I might have.
(1) By the way, I never progressed past level 1… never could figure out how to skate backwards; my ankles kept turning in. I figure this was ok because really? My center of gravity (read: my big booty) would never be able to do all those quick turns, axles and jumps… :p