Know what I have virtually no bad memories of, however? Roller-skating. OK, well, there was that time when I decided to organize a skating party at an age when it was entirely not-too-acceptable to do so, but even that turned out surprisingly well, considering the circumstances, I think. And sure, my first memory of a guy I didn't know showing some smidge of interest in me in some way was a greasy, slightly scary, much-older (he was probably 15; I was maybe 12) guy in a Def Leppard t-shirt asking me to couple-skate with him at the Big Wheel in Sheboygan. Other than that, though, pretty much good memories all around.
It is with this fond view of the past that some friends and I have decided to go roller-skating tonight. I had no idea there was an area rink that had skate times specifically slotted for nostalgic full-fledged grown-ups like ourselves, but what do you know--there is. From 8:30-11:00 on Friday nights, the rink is reserved for those 25 and up, and the music piped in is of the "Old school and funk" variety. I am totally holding out for Beat it, and I truly hope the rink-side DJ doesn't disappoint. -R- and her man -H- are actually meeting me and a few others from my crew there, and I am very much hoping a good time will be had by all.
I am a little nervous that roller-skating will not be quite as fun as I remember. Lots of things aren't, after all. Memory clouds reality, and things that seemed ever-so-cool in childhood somehow just don't hold up years later.
Here are just a few examples... Five things that aren't nearly as great as I remember:
- Punky Brewster. I actually added the full first season to my Netflix queue after some Punky Brewster-related talk filled the blog neighborhood a while back. A few days later, I saw a Soleil Moon Frye feature on E! that featured clips from the show and quickly realized, "Um, there's really no sense wasting my four rentals a month on that." Punky and Cherie and Margeaux were all fine when I was ten, but nowadays? Not so much.
- Snowdays. Not that we've had much snow yet this year, but memories of last year haunt me nonetheless.
- Staying up until dawn. This was fun at slumber parties back in junior high, and maybe even on select intense-conversation-filled nights back in college. Now, though? It messes up my sleep schedule for the next two days, and it really isn't worth it, in most cases.
- The game Payday. My sisters and I used to play this all the time, but the last time we pulled it out (last Christmas, at my parents' house), it just didn't have the same draw. Were there always so many rules?? Was it always quite so tedious? It is amusing, I'll admit, to draw the dreaded card reading "Daughter's wedding: Pay $800" and laugh at what a bargain that would be. Beyond that, though? I have no use for the game anymore.
- Pixie Stix. I'll take my flavor-laced sugar around the rims of martini glasses these days, thank you. In pure form, I will pass, I think.