A lot of these pictures came out dark, so I experimented with some photo effects.
We perused the beer aisle of our favorite liquor store last weekend. It’s near the college campus, so we rarely visit it.
I love the colors.
These bottles would make pretty vases. Don’t you think?
This week a good friend of mine taught me how to make some jam with all of those blueberries. It was way yum-o! Sorry no pictures.
Then we had a tasty potluck followed by one of the highlights of my summer.
That’s right. I was so excited about a visit to the skating rink, I took a picture from the car.
How great is this sign?
Gorgeous. The whole place sort of reeked with a failed 90’s party, which made it way better.
I asked if they had any prettier shoes and got the stink eye. Ok, mister, jeeze.
Complete with disco ball.
There was certainly a fondness for the rink’s glory days.
It’s probably been twelve years since I’ve roller skated. It wipes you out. Oh, and I’m totally awful at it. My friend had to hold my hand pretty much the entire time. That doesn’t make it any less fun, though. They don’t tell you that the hardest part of skating is avoiding the children spilling out and busting bones right in front of you. I still don’t know how to brake in skates.
Regardless, it brought back my fondness for this song, which was one of my favorite Beach Boys songs.
Tallahassee has two skating rinks. I hear the other one has beer and square-shaped pizzas. We’re in. By the end of the summer, you bet we’ll be roller skating queens.
Turns out, the music doesn’t change much in roller rinks.
Have a good Monday, folks.