Rollin', rollin', rollin'...
This evening I'm going to help set up for the roller derby bout. It means about 3 back-pain-inducing hours of laying out the interlocking floor, with its heavy, pointy panels, and setting up chairs and crap.
But in exchange I get a free ticket, which I'm going to give my dad so he can see roller derby for his birthday. I've got a present for him too, but this is like a bonus, since volunteering to set up gets you a comp ticket and I'll already be getting into the bout for free on account of being the mascot.
Yes, tomorrow will mark my first ever public appearance as "Toothless Annie" the pirate. I was a mascot back in high school, but that involved wearing a fur bear suit and a 30lb head. This should be easier.
So if you're going down to the bout tomorrow, come see me and I'll give you a chocolate dubloon.
The best part is that I get to have a roller derby name. If you don't know, roller derby names are the best thing evar. Remember when we were little and we used to watch wrestling on TV and jump off the furniture pretending to be Hulk Hogan? Well, roller derby names are like the wrestling names you would have chosen for yourself back then if you had known more profanity.
My new roller derby name? Rei Zerburnn. My number is going to be Unit 00.
Jen also finally settled on her roller derby name as well after rejecting my previous suggestions. She chose Misato Herdemise. Her number? Pen2 (as in squared).
If you got the Evangelion joke there, you are as much a nerd as I am.
No stealing, now, these names are going on the national roster, which incidentally, is a highly comical read.
Wait. I just realized that my parents don't know I'll be the mascot. This is an example of my mind 'forgetting' to do something on purpose. Why? When my mom sees me, I'll have to put up with her squeals about how cute I am, her fond looks, and her trying to hug and kiss me. Can someone please tell her that I'm 26, not 6?
I suppose I'm just lucky that my mom loves me.
But in exchange I get a free ticket, which I'm going to give my dad so he can see roller derby for his birthday. I've got a present for him too, but this is like a bonus, since volunteering to set up gets you a comp ticket and I'll already be getting into the bout for free on account of being the mascot.
Yes, tomorrow will mark my first ever public appearance as "Toothless Annie" the pirate. I was a mascot back in high school, but that involved wearing a fur bear suit and a 30lb head. This should be easier.
So if you're going down to the bout tomorrow, come see me and I'll give you a chocolate dubloon.
The best part is that I get to have a roller derby name. If you don't know, roller derby names are the best thing evar. Remember when we were little and we used to watch wrestling on TV and jump off the furniture pretending to be Hulk Hogan? Well, roller derby names are like the wrestling names you would have chosen for yourself back then if you had known more profanity.
My new roller derby name? Rei Zerburnn. My number is going to be Unit 00.
Jen also finally settled on her roller derby name as well after rejecting my previous suggestions. She chose Misato Herdemise. Her number? Pen2 (as in squared).
If you got the Evangelion joke there, you are as much a nerd as I am.
No stealing, now, these names are going on the national roster, which incidentally, is a highly comical read.
Wait. I just realized that my parents don't know I'll be the mascot. This is an example of my mind 'forgetting' to do something on purpose. Why? When my mom sees me, I'll have to put up with her squeals about how cute I am, her fond looks, and her trying to hug and kiss me. Can someone please tell her that I'm 26, not 6?
I suppose I'm just lucky that my mom loves me.