Kurt encouraged me to go out on our usual Saturday “date night”, as he wanted some quality time at home with Mr. HDTV and Mr. Plethora of Football Championships. Having brought home my figure skates that the in-laws gave me a few years back, I called up the usual weekend folk to see who was up for some ice skating.

We had more trouble than we should have had to find out how to enter the West End Community Centre after hours (it’s the side door next to the parking lot entrance…the last door we tried, of course). But despite that hiccup, we managed a good hour and a half of ice rink enjoyment.

Bruce and Chris tried to teach me how to do a proper stop on the ice, as my usual method is to slam into the rink wall:

Turns out I am a poor student. This does not bode well for the skiing lessons that I get into on Monday…