Ice Show
Ice Show
Current mood: contemplative
I skated in my first ever ice show last night. Scary thing to do at 25. Especially being the oldest one there, and one of the newer skaters. But it turned out well.
I made a couple small mistakes in my routine, and my last spin felt shaky. But I finished nearly perfectly with the music, and I was told that it didn't look like I made mistakes. So, 8/9 "real" jumps were completed (I'm not counting easy half rotation jumps - there were several of those in with my footwork), and 4 spins. And I'm still coughing today. My lungs didn't appreciate 3 minutes and 11 seconds of super-intense skating.
The funny thing was... for being the only skater without parents and other family members there, I had a HUGE cheering section. Several people from my department and my close friends came to watch and cheer. They were shocked that I can actually skate. That was kinda fun. Especially since several of them weren't people I even consider friends.
Went out for drinks with friends afterwards... which was fun and awful all at the same time. Craig came to the bar. And I didn't really want him there, but decided to be polite. I can't win in the situation. If I say I don't want him there, I'm the psycho ex-gf. But with him there, I'm in a really awkward spot. Add that he was talking to everyone but me, and generally being a dick towards me, and it wasn't particularly comfortable. I guess what really pissed me off at the end of the night... one of my friends insisted on giving him a ride when he left... but none even asked if I wanted one, when I was drunker than he was. Sure, I live closer than him to the bar, but it was really cold out. I didn't have gloves, hat, anything. It makes me question whether these folks are my friends. It hurt that they offered more support and consideration to him than to someone who's supposed to be a friend. And sure, they can be friends with both of us... but to assume I'm fine with him being around, or am comfortable with it? And then to act like he's all that matters? BAH.
OK. I'm done griping now, but still a bit irked by this. I felt like it ruined what had been a really good night. I was pumped after the show.
So I've sworn not to go out drinking again. It hasn't had great consequences lately, and I've been realizing more and more I really don't like it that much. It's not me. I like who I am better when sober. Even if I am shy, insanely introverted, etc. I just don't need that in my life.
Current mood: contemplative
I skated in my first ever ice show last night. Scary thing to do at 25. Especially being the oldest one there, and one of the newer skaters. But it turned out well.
I made a couple small mistakes in my routine, and my last spin felt shaky. But I finished nearly perfectly with the music, and I was told that it didn't look like I made mistakes. So, 8/9 "real" jumps were completed (I'm not counting easy half rotation jumps - there were several of those in with my footwork), and 4 spins. And I'm still coughing today. My lungs didn't appreciate 3 minutes and 11 seconds of super-intense skating.
The funny thing was... for being the only skater without parents and other family members there, I had a HUGE cheering section. Several people from my department and my close friends came to watch and cheer. They were shocked that I can actually skate. That was kinda fun. Especially since several of them weren't people I even consider friends.
Went out for drinks with friends afterwards... which was fun and awful all at the same time. Craig came to the bar. And I didn't really want him there, but decided to be polite. I can't win in the situation. If I say I don't want him there, I'm the psycho ex-gf. But with him there, I'm in a really awkward spot. Add that he was talking to everyone but me, and generally being a dick towards me, and it wasn't particularly comfortable. I guess what really pissed me off at the end of the night... one of my friends insisted on giving him a ride when he left... but none even asked if I wanted one, when I was drunker than he was. Sure, I live closer than him to the bar, but it was really cold out. I didn't have gloves, hat, anything. It makes me question whether these folks are my friends. It hurt that they offered more support and consideration to him than to someone who's supposed to be a friend. And sure, they can be friends with both of us... but to assume I'm fine with him being around, or am comfortable with it? And then to act like he's all that matters? BAH.
OK. I'm done griping now, but still a bit irked by this. I felt like it ruined what had been a really good night. I was pumped after the show.
So I've sworn not to go out drinking again. It hasn't had great consequences lately, and I've been realizing more and more I really don't like it that much. It's not me. I like who I am better when sober. Even if I am shy, insanely introverted, etc. I just don't need that in my life.