A friend since grade school mentioned she hit the roller rink over the weekend -- for the first time in almost 30 years. It's been that long since I've strapped on skates, too, but thanks to her description of her back-to-the-future experience, a whole lot of memories of the Skatin' Place (Best. Name. Ever.) came a-rollin' back for me, too:
We pre-teens would marvel at the high-tech mood-setting wizardry, which included strobe lights, disco balls and dry ice. Gaggles of teenage girls dressed in rainbow shirts would shuffle by in clumps, holding hands and giggling. Hotshot figure skaters with feathered Farrah hair would scream past, then twirl in circles in the free-skate area of the rink. Depending on the year, we did the Hustle, grooved to “A Fifth of Beethoven” and sang along with “Mickey” at the top of our adolescent lungs. When the terrifying Couples Skate came up, we suddenly found it the perfect time to hide out in the bathroom.
We’d limp home six hours later, feet raw, hopped up on Sugar Babies and giddy with momentum -- and ready to roll back and do it all again.
OK, count me in -- even if it means I may break a hip. To get us in the skatin' mood, here's a clip from "CHiPs'" roller-disco two-parter. It doesn't get any more '70s than this.