Rollerskating in NYC

I never knew there was a place to go rollerskating in NYC (other than Central Park), until another member of my a cappella group told me about it a few weeks ago. The Roxy has rollerskating every Wednesday night, and she invited all of us on a group outing (something we all complain about not doing often enough). Well after all the complaining, a whopping 2 of us showed up (nice job ladies) and Beth was the gracious host from our group.

Beth, Dana and I had such a good time. Dana and I went together, knowing that getting there early would mean less people to crash into and more room for moves like "crack the whip". Despite being 6 1/2 years older than Dana, I felt young again to know that skating was an 'in' thing to do when she was a kid as well. Unfortunately - we never got to try crack the whip, but man - there were some characters there. A window into who we saw:

Spandex Ass Man: we chose a seating area right along side the rink (aka "dance floor"). You literally stood up from our couch and took a step down onto the rink. Ass Man, every time he went by us, managed to turn around and thrust out his hips to stick his ass in our face. Oh yeah - he was dressed in black spandex from head to toe.

The Doublemint Twins: Two adorable women, in their 50s, dressed in black cotton pants and a plain black t-shirt with identical haircuts; short, grey, cropped to the ears. They held hands in an arm-crossed fashion. Twins, sisters who looked alike but weren't twins, lesbians or a combination of them? We didn't know.

Dana's Rollerboyfriend: White afro hair, white heavy t-shirt, white knee socks, and rollerskates with wheels that flashed. So hot in a "I raided Mr. Rogers' wardrobe" kinda way.

Couch Crashers: Two girls who pretended to "not notice" our jackets at our table and chairs and sat there until I asked them to move. One was wearing a yellow "I Love the 80s!" t-shirt. I think she was 2 years old in 1989. They made me feel good because they were the worst skaters in the place (I was probably in the top 10 worst even though I never fell and never bumped anyone - I just didn't have 'moves' like everyone else).

There were over 20 people there who had "moves" - who could either go backwards, dance on skates (literally dance in couples formation) or could do moves like crossing your legs and putting one skate out and one underneath you with your body balled up inches from the floor. It was impossible to describe and more impossible to execute, I'm sure.

The nice thing about the evening was there was no hidden agenda - no pick-up lines, no girls in groups scowling at each other as to who was dressed sluttier... I guess it just wasn't like your typical NYC bar that I hate so much. Ok - maybe Dana, Beth and I were making fun of so many people, but hey - we amused ourselves and offended no one