Vanilla Ice

This past Sunday I went ice skating. Now I know from past experience that I can’t skate, be in on ice or on wheels. Rollerblading in particular brings back painful memories for me. I was a beginner, and trying to skate along the beautiful Charles River in Boston. Being unsure on my feet, I wobbled quite a bit. Well, I came in for all kinds of abuse and nastiness just because I was a beginner. So, heading into the ice skating, I knew that I’d be all over the place

I went because I have spent many Sunday afternoons alone in my apartment, and it can get depressing. The outing to the rink had been organized as a group activity amongst people I work with. Some of the nicest people I know were to be going, so I knew I’d have great company. I didn’t do very well at the skating, but it was fun to hang out with everyone, and see the guys learn how to find their feet on the ice.

We had a great meal in Utrecht afterwords, at a place called ‘Broadway’. This involved a plate overloaded with many, many types of meet. It was so good!! The only downside to the day was the trains. Ongoing track maintenance had seen me take an hour and a half to get to Utrecht, and it transpired that I would take the same amount of time to return home again.

Home to bed for a few hours before, then up at midnight to watch the Superbowl. Those damn Steelers stole it………