dang

Last night at the roller skating rink a total stranger (similar to Harry Belafonte but with longer legs and wearing pressed blue jeans) said "Let's give your kid something to talk about," and squired me suavely around for an entire couples skate (according to the PA system this is TWO PEOPLE SKATING TOGETHER WHO MUST!!!! BE HOLDING HANDS), including (him) doing moves like skating backwards and passing me from side to side while (still him) saying "I thought you said you weren't any good at this!" and (me) doing basically nothing at all except being propelled in graceful swoops while not falling over. Afterwards I finally found SWMBT in the snack bar where, it turned out, she had missed the whole thing in favor of turning her tongue blue with an energy drink. "Really?" she said "REALLY?? The crazy guy who thinks he is at a bus stop?" *

In other news, I have so much housework that it is making me feel some triste 43% the size of the Hindenburg. And the doorknob is falling off the front door of this place. (!)

*I was reading a New Yorker magazine for a few non skating minutes in the din there and the skater guy introduced himself by saying "Is this the place to wait for a bus to Los Angeles?" I said "uh...YES IT IS." Then we sat there silently, or I think so at least, until a specialty skate number was announced where people who know how to dance on skates go do it. So he said "I think this is my bus now," and went and did it. I of course immediately gleefully found SWMBT and told her. It seems none of it computed with her.