Friday, January 12, 2007 Laura Ingalls Wilder Don't Know the Trouble I've Seen.
Just kidding. My life is pretty free of troubles, but I have been very busy. The Mobtown Maulers, the all-star travel team of the Charm City Roller Girls, have had one bout already this month, and we're getting ready for an away game in Philly on Saturday the 20th. I hear the rink is paved with gold in Philly, and that they sell beer at the bouts. I might try to get thrown out of the game early and make it miller time. And eat some gold. This joke, or series of jokes, is terrible.
The Carolina Roller Girls beat us 140-72. Thank goodness for the two dignity points that kept them from doubling our score. They are amazing skaters, but I wish they wouldn't pretend to speak in those weird accents. Who are they trying to fool?
Seriously, nice bunch of girls, and tough. Teflon Donna came to the afterparty on crutches and I went over and asked if she was ok. She said, "Oh, I sprained my ankle." I said "Oh, no!" and she finished..."On Thursday. Do you want me to show you it?" I did, and she showed me the deep purple bruise on her ankle and foot. She'd skated an entire bout on it.
This is also the time of year when Fresh Meat girls get drafted to teams, so the coaches and captains have been working hard to get ready for that. I think we're going to announce it at some kind of press conference, but I don't know: not my comittee.
Did you know I can no longer spell well instinctually?
It probably is not and never was an instinct: it would not save me from a charging timber wolf in the best of times, but it was a habit that was deeply ingrained. Committee Comittee Comitee Comite Tomato. I once might could spell. I blame you, the good people of the internet, for my spelling and grammar's devolution.
I blame derby and my life as a Baltimore socialite for everythig else, from my predeliction to hotpants to the bruise on my elbow. God bless us, every one. posted by Frenz | 1/12/2007 03:25:00 PM
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