So last Saturday I got tricked into going to a roller derby practice. It was supposed to be a practice bout, (roller derby matches are called "bouts") but in reality it turned out to be girls practicing solid roller derby fundamentals like stopping, falling, and skating backwards. (Turns out they don't wear fishnets and miniskirts for practice either.) Useful I'm sure, but probably closer to watching a pitcher practice his curve ball than watching batting practice prior to the home run derby if you don't mind my using a sports analogy to describe sports. Luckily for me it was held in a building on the Fort Walton Beach fair grounds so I started to wander off to look at the old farm machines.
Suddenly a girl skates up to me, hands me a crying baby, and tells me; "Here... Take him outside if you want." She then skated back to practice.
Holy SHIT!! A baby!?!?!? I am qualified for many things, but being handed a crying baby then left unsupervised is not one of them. Usually I hand crying babies BACK!... anyways, I figured I like "outside" maybe this kid and I will get along. As I started walking toward outside... the intensity of the crying increased exponentially. It got to the point where I was worried about him bursting the top of his head off if I took one more step toward the doors. I wasn't going to risk that sort of thing so I went back into the practice room where the crying was about what I would consider an intense whimper.
Somehow, I ended up with all the lost children of the roller derby girls, and I was their peter pan!
No not really... basically I just ended up surrounded by the kids and felt vaguely like the only adult and somehow that made me somewhat responsible for everyone's safety. The only game the kids wanted to play were karate and run in front of the track... perfect...
Eventually a large piece of paper and a dried out set of markers won the day. I drew a pirate ship... so then everyone decided to draw bigger better pirate ships. It kept them alive till I could relinquish responsibility for all the kids. Also, I drew a dragon that was immune to pirate cannons so I also feel like I won the drawing too.
Yesterday I didn't have to go in to work till the afternoon... so bright an early I get asked the age old question, "Do you want to come to yoga with me?"
At first I thought it was a terrible idea... but after a few moments I realized I didn't have any really good reason not to, so I went. I asked what to wear and was told "as little as possible." I went with ranger panties and a band shirt I had from high school. (a marching band that I was in... not ACDC or anything...)
I have never been to a yoga class before. Apparently there are different types of yoga and this is what they call "Hot Yoga." Let me describe it... We got there and an old hippy lady rents me a rubber mat for 2 bucks. The way they clean this mat is not totally apparent, but whatever... Then I go into the "studio." It is sweltering. Like breathing butter. Probably this is part of the experience to simulate the open air yoga studios of the interior of India. That is how I rationalized it anyways. Also, it was filled with beautiful young women wearing skin tight cloths.
Immediately I started to worry! Why would my very possessive and willing to slap me in public girlfriend bring me to such a place?
Admiral Ackbar knows... "It's a Trap!"
The next hour and a half was watching the old hippy lady perform feats of strength and then failing to emulating them. Also sweating... did I mention that rubber mat? When you combine that much sweat and a rubber mat, you have effectively made a Slip'N Slid. Yes, so all the balancing has to be done on a slip'n slide.
So... Hot yoga = doing feats of strength surrounded by girls in tight clothing while playing on a slip'n slide. I'll probably be attending again soon.
Suddenly a girl skates up to me, hands me a crying baby, and tells me; "Here... Take him outside if you want." She then skated back to practice.
Holy SHIT!! A baby!?!?!? I am qualified for many things, but being handed a crying baby then left unsupervised is not one of them. Usually I hand crying babies BACK!... anyways, I figured I like "outside" maybe this kid and I will get along. As I started walking toward outside... the intensity of the crying increased exponentially. It got to the point where I was worried about him bursting the top of his head off if I took one more step toward the doors. I wasn't going to risk that sort of thing so I went back into the practice room where the crying was about what I would consider an intense whimper.
Somehow, I ended up with all the lost children of the roller derby girls, and I was their peter pan!
No not really... basically I just ended up surrounded by the kids and felt vaguely like the only adult and somehow that made me somewhat responsible for everyone's safety. The only game the kids wanted to play were karate and run in front of the track... perfect...
Eventually a large piece of paper and a dried out set of markers won the day. I drew a pirate ship... so then everyone decided to draw bigger better pirate ships. It kept them alive till I could relinquish responsibility for all the kids. Also, I drew a dragon that was immune to pirate cannons so I also feel like I won the drawing too.
Yesterday I didn't have to go in to work till the afternoon... so bright an early I get asked the age old question, "Do you want to come to yoga with me?"
At first I thought it was a terrible idea... but after a few moments I realized I didn't have any really good reason not to, so I went. I asked what to wear and was told "as little as possible." I went with ranger panties and a band shirt I had from high school. (a marching band that I was in... not ACDC or anything...)
I have never been to a yoga class before. Apparently there are different types of yoga and this is what they call "Hot Yoga." Let me describe it... We got there and an old hippy lady rents me a rubber mat for 2 bucks. The way they clean this mat is not totally apparent, but whatever... Then I go into the "studio." It is sweltering. Like breathing butter. Probably this is part of the experience to simulate the open air yoga studios of the interior of India. That is how I rationalized it anyways. Also, it was filled with beautiful young women wearing skin tight cloths.
Immediately I started to worry! Why would my very possessive and willing to slap me in public girlfriend bring me to such a place?
Admiral Ackbar knows... "It's a Trap!"
The next hour and a half was watching the old hippy lady perform feats of strength and then failing to emulating them. Also sweating... did I mention that rubber mat? When you combine that much sweat and a rubber mat, you have effectively made a Slip'N Slid. Yes, so all the balancing has to be done on a slip'n slide.
So... Hot yoga = doing feats of strength surrounded by girls in tight clothing while playing on a slip'n slide. I'll probably be attending again soon.
2 comments:
Any chance you might post that drawing of the "big" pirate ship?
Sam
Unfortunately I didn't think to take a picture of the pirate ships and dragons. My guess is the whole thing ended up in the trash outside the arena. I would guess mothers throw away a lot of art.
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