ice skating at lunch would have been more of a success if it had been zambonied since it rained a day or two ago, when the rainy-snowy goo formed lots and lots of really sharp crystals across the surface of the ice. stabby sharp ice crystals.

(there’s an ice rink quite literally across the street from my building at work. (okay, it’s across two streets, technically.) and it’s taunted me for ages ‘cos i used to be really good at ice skating as a kid — but that was, as best as i can recall, something like seventh or eighth grade — and i kept thinking, “i should go ice skating.” so today i went ice skating.)

also, i was at a disadvantage wearing hockey skates rather than figure skates, ‘cos i always used to skate in figure skates, but i figure, for someone who hasn’t been ice skating for nearly two decades, i acquitted myself pretty well by only falling once. i wonder if i can score a pair of figure skates somewhere for cheap? i’d totally go skating at lunch some more if i had toe picks this time.

further: i’m very happy to say that when i fell, and fell backwards exactly the same way that i did in atlanta, i managed to not try to break my fall with my hands — so i landed basically on my ass and back, but didn’t bang my head or hurt either wrist. go niqui!