For the first time, I rode the subway.
No, I did not go alone. No, I did not get mugged. No, I did not acquire any rare subway-born diseases... that I am aware of.
I did, however, get motion sick, encounter a delusional (quite possibly psychotic) schizophrenic train-hopper, and I may or may not have sat on gum.
All-in-all, I'd call the experience just that... an experience. It was neither good nor bad.
But on the plus side, I have never made the trip any faster to downtown LA... and I didn't have to pay for parking. That saved two years of life (lack of stress in traffic) and $30 for 2 hours of parking.
So, why did I do it?
Ice skating.
Huh? What? Ice skating in southern California?
Yep.
Los Angeles set up "Downtown on Ice," which is a temporary ice rink in Pershing Square (until Jan 16). It costs only $6 for an hour of skating and $2 to rent skates if you don't have your own... but honestly, who does?
It was too much fun. And the hour passed too quickly. I am definitely going back before the rink is taken away.
I crashed only once... it was colder than it was painful. My hands, one leg, and my tail were wet from shaved ice.
The 8-year-old kid who kept passing me... I'm sure he was from Maine. As well as the 4-year-old girl, the rink guards and the dog that hopped onto the ice when no one was looking. And the 80-year-old man who kept skating circles around me... I'm nearly certain he was from a hockey team somewhere in Michigan. It wasn't that I sucked... nope... everyone else was just this side of pro. That's all.
My feet, I am ashamed to admit, smelled of a high school locker room after football practice. I watched the rental lady spray the insides of the skates with Lysol before she handed them to me, but it was clearly an effort in vain. Just... gross.
And when I win the lottery, I am taking skating lessons. And buying my own pair of skates.
In the meantime, I had such a good time skating that I am actually considering getting back on the subway to make the trip again... except perhaps this time I'll take pepper spray to ward off creepy psychos... and an extra pair of clean-smelling socks for after skating.
No, I did not go alone. No, I did not get mugged. No, I did not acquire any rare subway-born diseases... that I am aware of.
I did, however, get motion sick, encounter a delusional (quite possibly psychotic) schizophrenic train-hopper, and I may or may not have sat on gum.
All-in-all, I'd call the experience just that... an experience. It was neither good nor bad.
But on the plus side, I have never made the trip any faster to downtown LA... and I didn't have to pay for parking. That saved two years of life (lack of stress in traffic) and $30 for 2 hours of parking.
So, why did I do it?
Ice skating.
Huh? What? Ice skating in southern California?
Yep.
Los Angeles set up "Downtown on Ice," which is a temporary ice rink in Pershing Square (until Jan 16). It costs only $6 for an hour of skating and $2 to rent skates if you don't have your own... but honestly, who does?
It was too much fun. And the hour passed too quickly. I am definitely going back before the rink is taken away.
I crashed only once... it was colder than it was painful. My hands, one leg, and my tail were wet from shaved ice.
The 8-year-old kid who kept passing me... I'm sure he was from Maine. As well as the 4-year-old girl, the rink guards and the dog that hopped onto the ice when no one was looking. And the 80-year-old man who kept skating circles around me... I'm nearly certain he was from a hockey team somewhere in Michigan. It wasn't that I sucked... nope... everyone else was just this side of pro. That's all.
My feet, I am ashamed to admit, smelled of a high school locker room after football practice. I watched the rental lady spray the insides of the skates with Lysol before she handed them to me, but it was clearly an effort in vain. Just... gross.
And when I win the lottery, I am taking skating lessons. And buying my own pair of skates.
In the meantime, I had such a good time skating that I am actually considering getting back on the subway to make the trip again... except perhaps this time I'll take pepper spray to ward off creepy psychos... and an extra pair of clean-smelling socks for after skating.
posted by Doris @ 1:08 PM
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