Well, Usha told you about it, but now you can actually see the Teen Takeover staff’s trip to the York Ice Arena. Well, 20% of the staff, anyway. And we didn’t invite anybody but ourselves there, so it’s more of a privatized endeavor.
These images are pilfered straight from Usha’s Facebook post, she being the one with the camera, and if she wants to sue me, she can go right ahead.
And here I am again, limping along the ice rink like a – well, like a guy with a broken leg, I guess. I don’t know. Who else limps? When we reached the arena I learned the cruel trickery of my situation: of the four of us (Usha Baublitz, Melissa Futrell, Annie Kurz, and I), everyone already knew how to skate but me. I spent the first twenty minutes gripping the rink rind like it was the railing of the Titanic.
Here I am again. Usha took four photos and I’m in all of them. Maybe she’s – No. Not a chance. Mustn’t speculate in that direction.
Anyway, here I am, and I’m – exactly what am I doing? I might be skinning a possum or pulling a gun out from my coat – two morbid thoughts. Coincidentally, I just won the Gold Key for a short story that included somebody taking pot-shots at an ice rink. But that’s fiction, so it doesn’t relate at all to my *cough* *cough* next slide, please…
And here’s the four of us, feet and all! I hate how I look in pictures. Like some beaming blonde Yeti, or a kid who likes to burn ants with a magnifying glass. Then again, Annie (to the right of me) seems to be going all Terminator in one eye so I shouldn’t complain.