Strap on yo skates

Friday night was the night. The night of hot pants, leggings, silly dresses, a tie as a headband, and plenty of Lambrini. It was roller disco night.

Through the genius of Natalie, who discovered this roller disco, a group of 7 got dressed like crazies, downed FOUR bottles of Lambrini in about an hour and a half, took a loud and long bus ride (during which we discussed not only favorite founding fathers, eyebrow plucking, but also which president you would sleep with)and finally arrived at the roller disco.

It smelled quite like a zoo in the waiting area/stairwell--which did not bode well. Once we got in, however, we found a place packed with hipsters drunk on skates. It is about as wacky and fun as you are imagining. They had two bars, a coatcheck/skate hire that took half an hour, and several live bands. It was so much fun! Skating on roller skates (not blades) is a lot harder than I had remembered! I managed to only fall once, but wow did I fall hard! I think a bruise is developing on what the British would very sweetly call my bottom.