come on, baby, do you do more than dance?
Last night, I went out to Wumpskate in LA with my dear friend Rosie, who was having an icky day and wanted to go have some fun.
It was Spring Fling night, so I dressed appropriately - brilliant yellow, glittery "one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish" t-shirt, red/black/white plaid miniskirt, fishnets, and obnoxiously mismatched knee and ankle socks.
I hadn't gone rollerskating since I was nine years old, and it turns out that fourteen years is more than enough time to make one's mad skillz disappear into thin air. I fell twice - once on my keester, and once on my knees.
The latter left me with a mildly ouchy floorburn.
It's fishnet-patterned.
and also, in which I wear beat-to-hell, cozy, torn up jeans on a regular basis.
I should probably be a little worried by how proud I am of this.
It was Spring Fling night, so I dressed appropriately - brilliant yellow, glittery "one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish" t-shirt, red/black/white plaid miniskirt, fishnets, and obnoxiously mismatched knee and ankle socks.
I hadn't gone rollerskating since I was nine years old, and it turns out that fourteen years is more than enough time to make one's mad skillz disappear into thin air. I fell twice - once on my keester, and once on my knees.
The latter left me with a mildly ouchy floorburn.
It's fishnet-patterned.
and also, in which I wear beat-to-hell, cozy, torn up jeans on a regular basis.
I should probably be a little worried by how proud I am of this.