Whiplash

Sorta, not really, but I feel rough today!

Last night there was a major collision on Interstate NWARG. I am not sure what happened, but I fell backwards for awhile, but ended up completely face down...eating varnish off the rink floor. Nice.

I now have a big lump/bruise on my ass and my neck feels like it was jerked around like a yo-yo. But hey, it's fun right? We did some AWESOME track coverage drills as well as a speed drill that pretty much killed everyone. Yay!

Razzle Dazzled it with Elena at the Denny's afterwards. Wednesday's are awesome.

Trying to put together some cable TV spots for the Rollergirls for our upcoming bout. Anyone got time, talent, equipment and a philanthropic spirit?

"Magical Unicorn Mayonnaise" is the phrase of the day. (I heart Robot Chicken)

I got my heart broke by the Little Ole Oprey

It's been a long time since one of my adventures got me as excited as going to the Little Ole Oprey in West fork. So I did some major "plannin" round this one. Miss Riot and I went thrift store shopping for just the right apparel. She found a cute pink cowboy hat. I got me a purty little dress. Both of us donning cowboy boots. It was perfect!

We drove down to West Fork to the Hedegard's residence. We chit chatted with Melinda and Jay Sr. Then the triple threat plus Captain Jay's brother Alex, hopped in the car and headed to the Oprey.

Upon arrival I was so insanely giddy. The outside of the historic building was so awesome. Ancient couples filing inside to see the show. We walked in, paid our $8 and found our seats. The overwhelming smell of "old person" was thick. (what makes that smell anyway? moth balls....mold?)

Now here is where things go totally against Sin's plans: The snack bar was the most exciting part of the night. Need I say more? I got a rootbeer and some corn chips. I requested that Miss Riot get something "awesome"....she chose a hotdog. The lights went down and the show began.

Ummmmmm did I say show? Or did I say, "hey let's git up 'ere and try to play some stuff....don't matter if we know what the othernin's is doin." Seriously. Ohhhh and there was not a banjo or fiddle in sight. (Sin sheds a tear) The keyboard player drowned out the other musicians who were slightly more talented than he, except for the poor bass player, "Bill", who seemed to know how to play in only about 3 keys.

There was a steel guitar feller...he was the most ancient of them all, and probably the most talented, but you could barely make out what he was doing half the time.

Shall we move onto the singers? Oh lawwwwwd. If you had lined them up and had them sing one after another it would have been slightly more torturous than water-boarding.

And not one sang any amazing old country standards and there was definitely no bluegrass to be found. Sad, sad, sad Sin.

To occupy our time we kept the snack bar quite busy. Slices of pie, pudding cups, sweet tea. Robin, Big Daddy and Jackson showed up as well. Being from South Louisiana, they were as let down as the rest of us. I got up and stood around hoping some strapping, young, 75 year old would ask me to dance to liven up my mood, but that never came to pass.

In complete frustration, I went on a mission to "make friends" with the peeps at the Oprey. I met one of the singer ladies, and a couple of old dudes. Talked to the director about singing at one of the open mic nights. (I can't even imagine how that will go considering this was one of their showcase nights)

So we left at intermission. With a broken heart, I got into the car and watched West Fork turn into Fayetteville as we drove back into town.

R.I.P. Sin's country lovin' heart.

Apparently I have sex with random men for money.

Or that's the latest word at the rink.

For reals.

Now, this blog is written, knowing how funny it is that a 36 year old woman hangs out at the local skating rink on Friday nights....but aside from that:

Jesster, Muff and I rolled into Roller City last night per the usual. The Captain was DJing and things were good. We listnened to some tunes and took some laps. At some point this little 12/13 whatever little boy rolled up and said, "My friends want to know if you’re really a prostitute?" Funny how it was phrased..."Really a prostitue", not "if you are".

I replied with "Absolutely" and rolled off.

Later little Billy (I'll call him) approached me again..."So how much do you charge?"

Ok, it was funny, now it's just insane....this is a child asking me these questions. Me: "Sweetie pie....if I was really a prosititue....do you think I’d be at a skating rink on a Friday night?" Him: "Yeah I know...my friends are retarded". Yeah....they are.

Ok so I think the entire ordeal is over....but alas, not the case.

The "friends" then skate by me and yell "Prostitute!" Ok now I'm pretty tired of the whole thing. So as they roll through the snack bar area, I stare them down. My eyes never leave the one that yelled it. She keeps trying to look away and is telling her friends what is going on. Finally she mouths "What the F%$& are you looking at?" At this point my dear captain, Miss Riot takes over. She rolls right up to them and "has words". Muff and I see the hand start snaking around and we know the smack is being laid down.

That's the last we heard from them :)

Went to bed early. I thought it was going to be my only quiet night, but it looks like this weekend has been turned into a big quiet dud. Bleh.

Next entry explains more.

In search of the white whale in a sea of blue.

I am in love with the band White Whale again. It's on one computer at home, but not transferred to my iPod yet. I do this all the time. I have music stored between 3 different computers and two iPods. I need to get synched up.

This Friday peeps are heading to our house to party like it's 2008 (because it is) and watch the bout video from Little Rock. It's going to be fun.

Last night's practice was super fun. I did not give into my "oh my god everyone is looking at me thinking I am a dork" fear and just let loose. I spilled all over the floor like a million times, but it was fun. I have now been dubbed "The Krasian" by Captain Jay. I like it. Maybe I can live up to that title and be "wild go crazy" during games. Speaking of spilling on the floor, while almost taking off one boob in a sliding fall on the super grippy Roller City floor, I also scraped up my elbow because ProTec makes THE WORST GEAR EVER! So I am on an obsessive hunt for the light blue Rector pads from the 80's. My first pads in derby were Rector Protector (in black) everything. I am now carrying around about three sets of various pads, none of which I like as much as my old Rectors. So yeah, I want those dang light blue pads. I found a set of the knee pads online and emailed the guy, pleading with him to magically make the matching elbow pads appear. Hope it works out.

Let's see...Sin's schedule is as follows:
Tonight: WordPress Tutorial with Todd Gill
Friday: Party down
Saturday Day: Pug Rescue event (for which I magically need to find a P.A. system)
Saturday Night: Drive to Van Buren for RVRG vs. OKVD
Sunday Morning: Drive to Tulsa, OK for NWARG vs. GCRG
Sunday Night: Celebrate NWARG's victory like whoah!

It's back to red lipstick for me....just saying.

Photos from Little Rock

About to destroy (otherwise known as posing in the hotel parking lot)





At the Clinton Presidential Library



The look that causes girls to swoon



Gettin' sexy with busts



This place is awesome





and inspiring

No longer a virgin.

So this weekend was a weekend of firsts.

First (and second) time ever sent to the penalty box.
First bout inflicted derby bruise. (will photograph later)
First time feeling like I was truly effective in a game.

I feel very accomplished after this weekend. I feel like I did my team proud, my coach proud, and my captain proud. Everyone worked together really well and we kicked booty. Final score 121-80 Betties.

There is so much to write about. Fun with the Little Rock Derby girls. Fun in the hot tub. Fun in the clown car. Fun at the bout. Fun seeing the Killbillies cheer us on. Not fun at IHOP in the middle of the night in swimsuit cover-ups and sleep overtaking. Fun at the Clinton Presidential Library.

I have a LOT to work on, but I feel like this weekend put my head in the right place on many things. Derby and life in general.

It was so nice to be at home with Travis who is finally not down with the flu. I am sore as hell, so we just laid in bed all evening watching crazy shows on the Discovery channel before moving over to Adult Swim to finish up the night.

The only photos I have are from the Clinton Library. Will post later.

Going to place our big NWA Rollergirls merch order today. Can't wait to get that stuff in. Going to Fort Smith on Saturday to watch RVRG play the OK Victory Dolls. Then off to Tulsa on Sunday for the Killbillies/Green Country bout.

Wheels that spin are good.