The Skateland Massacre

This weekend, I discovered that roller skating is about as fun as reading a blog. If you combine it with drinking alcohol, it turns into a whole other beast. Imagine how shaky I was on skates without drinking anything. It'd been a good 11 years since I've had any kind of wheels attached to my feet. By the 3rd or 4th beer, it took quite a bit of concentration to stay up. By the time I had 6, I was having alot of fun. And then I noticed I wasn't skating, but face down on the rink.

Of course I laughed it off. What else can you do? My face was pleasantly turning cool. Not quite the heat expected from my reddening cheeks. I thought that was odd. So, naturally, I wiped my face. Then I realized my whole arm was covered with blood. Epic.

I managed to make my way to the bathroom, leaving bloody hand prints and smears along the skateland walls. The title to the event was The Skateland Massacre, so I feel I added a bit of realism to the otherwise drab, unmassacred halls. The blood stopped pouring about 30 mins later. Awesome.

Now I have a UFC-esque cut about my right eye. This may seem like a horrible tale, but in reality, it was the funniest thing to happen to me in a long time. Mixing booze with rollerskates, I had an idea that something like this might happen. I was just hoping it would happen to someone besides me.