Holiday Backlog: St. Patrick’s Day (also known as the day I biffed it while roller skating and belly dancing at the roller derby--just try to figure that one out without reading below)

On St. Patrick’s Day, I went roller skating and belly dancing at the roller derby.  You see the Irish connection, right?  Oh, wait.  Neither do I.

Let me back up a bit.  The morning started out with the trashing of the kids’ room by our family’s leprechaun.  That naughty thing comes and messes the kids’ room up every single year!  This year, it had pulled off the books from the bookshelf to make book tents all over the room.  Trust me, this was much better than the year when it dumped mounds of confetti all over the room.  

There were also creative stuffed animal arrangements.  

But to make up for the shenanigans, the leprechaun always leaves a treat and something fun.  This year it was shamrock cookies and green bow ties.

While Mr. Knightley made the traditional corned beef, cabbage and potatoes dinner, I took Thing 1 to the roller rink with me to practice.  You see, my belly dance troupe had been hired as half time entertainment for the roller derby show that happened to be taking place on St. Patrick’s day.  Having spent large parts of my childhood and teenage years in a roller rink (I always knew disco rollerskating Saturday nights would help me out somewhere later in life), I thought, “Wouldn’t it be cool if I skated / danced-on-wheels around with a veil at the beginning of our first number?  Oh, man!  The roller derby crowd would love that!”  And so, because I often talk before I think things through, it was decided by all in my dance group that, yes, that was an awesome idea and I would be skating at the roller derby.

After practicing, I ran home long enough to eat the yummy food Mr. Knightley had made and headed back out for the performance.  I had to at least smell Irish from the food as I wore my Middle Eastern dance costume, right?  

Well, my idea proved to be not the greatest idea in the end.  You managed to see that one coming, didn't you? I totally biffed it on one of the rope lane lines that they put down on the floor for the derby.  And having made a complete fool of myself, I decided to take a grand bow for biffing it.  Haha!  Do I know how to make a bad thing better or what?  After that, I skated just fine, and the rest of the performance went well, too.

But at least it was an extremely memorable day.  I mean really, how many people have celebrated St. Patrick’s day with corned beef, roller skating, belly dancing, and bruises?  I have a hunch that there probably aren't too many. In all the world. Ever. :)




P.S. I had to include this because it is awesome.

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