Received a flu shot and promptly tumbled into the misery I always feel when getting a shot. Last year I tried to avoid getting one and became incredibly ill. This year, I scheduled the flu shot on a Friday so I could take Saturday off. Sunday was spent going from location to location for an elaborate FD photo shoot. (Per request, pictures will be released Saturday).

On Saturday morning, in an effort to feel better, Josh and I dined at the breakfast place down the street; ordering the classic breakfast and a waffle–plus an extra plate. We carefully divided both meals in two and read the paper in companionable silence. There was some discussion about getting Josh a haircut but we quickly abandoned this idea and settled into a day of no driving, no working, and no obligation. We fired up our coffee maker and spent the day in an on-going, coffee drinking, relaxed stupor. I realized this was the first weekend I hadn’t performed in a long time. Between the improv theater and the FD gigs, I’ve been a busy, busy lady.

The Sunday photo shoot was massive with multiple costume changes and the final shoot location at a roller rink. A friend of a friend loaned me a pair of skates. We struck all sorts of slightly awkward poses, our toes firmly planted using the knobby skate brakes. In between shots we skated around and around, our feet cramping in the cheap leather. Because it was in between events, the roller rink was ours alone–sans music. We sang old skate songs from the infamous Skate Night everyone remembers being held in their hometown once a month. I remember my Mom taking me to a few Skate Nights when I was really young…maybe 2nd grade? It was there that I first experienced Licorice Rope–a foot of long red licorice encased in plastic you could wear around your neck while you skated. I also remember hearing Twisted Sister for the first time and recognizing it as something truly bad ass. Skating was a big leap for a nervous 7 year old; I went from clinging to the training bars that were away from the action to actually going around the roller rink floor–hands clinging to the carpeted edge the whole time. Years later, I (we) managed to recapture the lure of Skate Night as older, creakier, adults…dressed outlandishly in striped knee socks and short shorts. Our stomachs filled with cheap tacos from the strip mall Mexican restaurant next door, we glided and giggled, our nostalgia pushed to epic child-like proportions.