ice skating

Autumn has arrived, and not just because the calendar says so. The temperature has dropped a dozen degrees over the last two days and it's no longer unpleasant to be out of doors.

L and I went ice skating Saturday.


It was public-skating time, which means there was a DJ.

You: did the DJ play Party all the time?
Me: no, he did not. L requested it, but he didn't have it in his library.
You: what other songs did he not have in his library?
Me: faith, we got the beat, cruel summer, and pretty much anything else that was played ad nauseum in the 80s.

On the other hand, I did get to hear the song Macarena for the first time. I thought it would be catchier.

This is everyone doing their best to pretend like they enjoy skating to music not made between 1982 and 1988:


And here is L, decked out in her spiffy new scarf and mittens which she has demanded I tell you she knitted herself.


Everybody enjoyed ice skating. Nobody fell and hurt herself. Good times, good times.