Ok, I have to admit that title makes it sound like I'm going to write a cheesy romance novel here, but the truth is, I tried to start this post while I was stuck at the laundromat this afternoon. For some reason I can't get past the title on my iphone now, I will be writing to the Ombudsman about that, rest assured.
My local Laundromat is actually very unromantic, but it is somewhat interesting, with the walls plastered in signs advising how to use the machines, the prices, what you're getting for your money and also a nastygram to whoever it is who keeps washing greasy clothes to stop it, for god's sake man, think of everyone else who use the machines!!! After reading this, I imagine a masked washer, filthy from his greasy job and donning a balaclava, sneaking into the laundromat at 3 am, high on the thrill of getting someone else's washer dirty instead of his own, and all for the bargain price of three dollars.
Anyway, this cannot be a long post, because kat is due any minute and will be less than thrilled to find me doing this and thus eating into date night time.
So, I thought I would write about roller derby camp! Adelaide Roller Derby League among other wicked things, runs a camp each year in Mylor. It was my first time. I will admit, I planned poorly. For someone who constantly rubs their iphone and all it can do in the faces of those unfortunate enough not to own one, you'd think that I mught have consulted either of the TWO weather apps I have and packed better. You win this time, non iphone owners.
So, it rained a lot. Thankfully I did have a brolley in the car, so it wasn't all tales of woe there. Kat on the other hand only packed one pair of shoes which became soaked in the first two minutes so the poor lil kitty had to borrow Kit Cat Krunch's wellies.
Anyway, so we got there, bagsed a bunk and sat down to hear the rules. I didn't really listen. Then, we went to watch some footage from the girls who recently went to Rollercon (jealous) which was hilarious but overlapped into the time allocated for swingdance lessons by the Swing Sesh dancers. This was something I had been waiting for. Dancing like that always reminds me of my Dad and the stories of his teenage years, dancing the night away, the cha cha, the jive, the jitterbug...
So off we went. I gotta say, those Swing Sesh folks really know how to git 'er done! We had to take our shoes off as a rule cos it was raining, so I was in socks. They had no holes in them. First, we did the charleston. It was reeeally hard for me at first, on account of my general unco-ness, but it started to get better, and I was having a ball. I had to take my clothes off so that I was only in my jeans and singlet, cos we were working up such a sweat. We then had a short break and got into the jitterbug. I had to learn lead as there were only two boys present. It was unbelievably fun, and I'm sure I freaked out more than one person with the smile plastered on my face - it never wavered. By the end of it, I had a hole in one sock, the bottoms of my big toes hurt and my legs felt weak, especially my calves. As we left the hall, I stopped to stretch them, thinking 'boy, my calves are a little tender'. UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR!! After a few hours had passed, it became evident that under each big toe was a blister the size of a 5 cent piece, and my calves had frozen up. They stayed that way for four days, Monday I couldn't even lift my feet whilst walking!
Anyway, although walking was painful (to say the least) for the rest of camp, the fun didn't stop there. We had a talent show that night. Earlier in the day Krumbs (the queen of team building games) had given each person a slip of paper with a name on it. The point of this was that you had to do a good deed for the person on the paper. I got Vaderella *claps* so I decided to write a song for her and sing it in the talent show. By 'write' I mean rip off the song by The Mouldy Peaches from Juno, Anyone Else But You. I put appropriate words for Vader in there, and did it as a duet with Mims. Vader liked it, she may have shed a tear even. I was stoked. Also, myself, Mad Dog Mims, Kitten Affliction, Belli and D'Juana Fight me put a lil number together, an interpretive dance somethingorother to my Australian accoustic rendition of Ring Of Fire. I had to look towards the crowd only, because the dancing was so funny. The line 'I fell for you like a child' somehow evolved so that Belli would jump into the arms of Mims and JuJu and pretend to be suckling from Mims. I don't know actually, if it was more disturbing than funny, but the crowd seemed to like it. The last chorus I shouted instead of sang, and I could feel my face going beet red. Good at shouting, I am.
Canon Wonderful also put on a cooking show as her talent and made a potato gem casserole. Now, as a rule, I don't eat gems on account of the fat and wheat, but later that night I made an exception. The festivities had been going on for some time, and after all but the die hards had gone to bed, I found myself in the conference room with GoGo Fiasco, Belli, Canon and Mims. GoGo, Belli and I were astounding everyone (and by 'everyone' I mean Canon and Mims) as we performed Heart And Soul together, it was actually phenomenal, GoGo and I were swapping parts and overlapping hands even! After we tired of that, Belli and I seemed to naturally gravitate to the table where the leftover casserole was. In hindsight, we were always meant to end up there, I think. So, there we were, a coupla drunkards, scooping out the most revolting looking glop in the history of cooking with our bare hands and exclaiming how gooood it was!
So, that was that. We slept, woke up, discovered that Hell Grazer, Vaderella, Psycho Fox and Marshall Stacks hadn't slept, cleaned up, helped Mims look for Belli's keys that she'd lost the night before, rejoiced when they turned up in Foxy's jacket pocket and left for home.
Camp overall? Complete success. My life will never be the same, and now I'm only more hooked on derby if that's even possible.
Peace and potato gems!