Friday, April 09, 2010
lots of strike-thrus and links you won't click4 years ago last month, I fell completely and totally, head-over-heels in love.
With roller derby.
And like all new relationships, it was weird and awkward at first (I wanted to quit after my first practice because I was a lousy skater and no one talked to me), but I stuck with it because I
Then, like all new love, it became all-consuming. I ate, slept and drank (and drank, and drank) roller derby. When I ended up unemployed, the girls on the league were my support system and constant companions - when we weren't practicing together, we were hanging out or doing derby stuff - While I didn't love everyone on the league, we were like a family. Somehow, I got elected to be the president of that family
The league in Texas turned out to be
When I moved back to California, I briefly considered starting a league here because the closest league was 45 minutes away, and sometimes when you get far enough away from something you loved, you can remember why you loved it so much... But I really didn't want to take on the responsibility of being the starter of the league, so I kind of forgot about it. Of course, when I saw "Whip It", I did experience some pangs of nostalgia for the bygone days of derby infatuation.
This evening, I found out that someone took the initiative I didn't want to and started a league in town. And they've got a bout tomorrow. And I kind of really want to go, but I have a sinking feeling that if I do go, I'll feel the urge to dig out my fishnets and fake eyelashes and strap on those skates again... which might not be a terrible thing, since when I was a derby girl, I tended to get myself into a lot less trouble... And I've already got the ink.