Jeffrey H.
Yelp
Sooooooo not my scene.
Despite my father being a hockey coach, my older brother being a national champion goalie, and my little brother being in tons of newspapers and probably going to college on scholarship--I was the fat son who cried on ice skates during the hockey clinics that MY OWN FATHER taught.
I was not looking forward to Frog Pond, but I felt obligated to go for a friend's birthday and complete my Bostonian-ness.
Walking to the ice in my skates, I was already close to falling. I made my way out, awkwardly grabbing strangers and walls. "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know you. But we're friends now," I say to a woman I met clinging to the wall with me. I grabbed her arm, and held it. This was surprisingly an okay thing to do with my fellow wallflower.
I see a child slip and fall. I point and laugh (refer to new picture). I'm going to hell.
I make my loop around the rink--saying hello to people on and off the ice. A gentleman standing on the outside with his girlfriend says to me, "You're gonna be alright man." I thank him, and tell him "my father would be ashamed."
About 20 minutes later (approx 1.6 laps) I feel the courage to skate away from the wall. I'm doing this. I'm soooo doing this.
Damn I'm hot. My back is so straight/my body so tense, I'm sure people think I'm wearing a back brace or something. I've learned to shuffle, control my speed, and dodge obstacles. Obstacles being fallen children, wallflower friends, the not-so-frozen ice marked off by cones, and random bits of trash like creamers on the ice. Oh, and there was one family, who I'm sure is from New Hampshire, that I wanted to have kicked out. The son was skating crazily, the daughter in the wrong directions, and the father was just a moron. I did not care for these people, as I pointed and said so to their faces.
For $4 to skate and $8 to rent skates, this was amazing. Sure, it's not the nicest rink in the world and it's kind of crazy, but at the same time you're downtown and on the common enjoying a wonderful day in Boston. There's even a little snack shack with food and warm drinks. Stay until evening and the lights make it that much better. Oh, and apparently that's when the professional figure skaters decide to show off their moves. I could totally do those moves, I just don't feel like it.