Reprise

A week later and behold, another Sunday in the same park, honing my non-existent skate skills. Warrick the bouncing coach was sadly not present this time, but A & D were, along with their friend Gus. While I still have a bit of the newborn giraffe quality on those wacky wheelie boots, constituting at the very least a clear and present danger to myself and others, it felt a good deal easier and more comfortable doing it again after an interval of only a week than after the nearly two-year gap between that and the time before. Perhaps I should dedicate this summer's Sundays to becoming approximately stable on these silly things. (Warrick, ever the optimist, declared last week that we should all go on the next Friday Night Skate -- an incredibly bad idea as things stand, but something to aim for between now and the equinox, maybe.)

The park was hot and lovely, and the acreage of attractive flesh on display, um, distracting. At one end of the main drag a pocket of roller disco (those words should really always be presented in big curly type and rainbow colours with little starry twinkles) barmily resisted the stringencies of the real world, followed by the usual complement of shirtless dudez pirouetting flashy slaloms along lines of plastic cups. No doubt at some level the scene was dense with petty rivalries and acrimony, but an atmosphere of goodwill and warmth prevailed. It was, in short, sunny.

So far so good with that annual fling. Long may it last, this time.

This time for sure.

Elsewhere, I had my hair cut, drank too much, and had an evening -- well, a morning, really -- of splendid misbehaviour. Alastair quibbled over that last word this afternoon, but it suits.

Posted by matt at June 11, 2006 10:01 PM