Yes i purchased rollerblades, and they are spectacular! They were only 12 pounds which is basically one meal here, so totally justified right? So far Ive only gotten one chance to go out blading and it was dark, hence the headlamp, it was a grand time until some police told us we were going to be mugged. So we slowly made our way back home. The most exciting part about the purchase is that there is an easter egg hunt specifically for rollerbladers in Regents park which i fully intend on being apart of. These rollerblades aren't like any other; you have to wear three pairs of socks to make them fit, the buckles don't quite get tight enough ever, the wheels are so slick that they slip out from under you when you move, and they leave behind a friendly bruise on your shins just so you can't forget about them when you aren't wearing them. All of these may appear as faults, but the truth is that i love them just like the little ugly duckling that they are (except when i stub my toe on them in the middle of the night and want to swear). I hope my sister Emily is proud of me, she is my inspiration while rollerblading:). (Aubs look I still have those spandex you gave me, they go to a lot of good use)
Monday, March 10, 2008
Rollerblades = Love
Yes i purchased rollerblades, and they are spectacular! They were only 12 pounds which is basically one meal here, so totally justified right? So far Ive only gotten one chance to go out blading and it was dark, hence the headlamp, it was a grand time until some police told us we were going to be mugged. So we slowly made our way back home. The most exciting part about the purchase is that there is an easter egg hunt specifically for rollerbladers in Regents park which i fully intend on being apart of. These rollerblades aren't like any other; you have to wear three pairs of socks to make them fit, the buckles don't quite get tight enough ever, the wheels are so slick that they slip out from under you when you move, and they leave behind a friendly bruise on your shins just so you can't forget about them when you aren't wearing them. All of these may appear as faults, but the truth is that i love them just like the little ugly duckling that they are (except when i stub my toe on them in the middle of the night and want to swear). I hope my sister Emily is proud of me, she is my inspiration while rollerblading:). (Aubs look I still have those spandex you gave me, they go to a lot of good use)
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Yes! There is nothing I love more than the spandex-headlamp-blade combo. I too have a pair of 3 sizes too big-no brakes-missing one wheel-rollers. LOVE THEM! LOVE Y-O-U! Please come home soon and come to Provo for summer. :) Please? Please?
i'm in love with this picture - and mostly the idea of you rolling around in faulty 20 pound rollerblades...fierce!
You are beyond a fun time!!!! Easter Egg hunt in roller blades? Sounds like something I'd love. Uh.....why were you about to get mugged? Does that happen a lot in London? Good-bye Cutie, this picture is indeed....fierce!
You are beyond a fun time!!!! Easter Egg hunt in roller blades? Sounds like something I'd love. Uh.....why were you about to get mugged? Does that happen a lot in London? Good-bye Cutie, this picture is indeed....fierce!
okay, not to be a double poster or anything, but today in the car I heard the regina spektor song about the hotel and all of the sudden I found myself singing, "a little bag of poop!" and then laughing my head off and missing you.
Oh, and by the looks of this post, you and I would make REALLY good friends! Ha ha, I love it!
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