Gary and I went to a roller derby bout last Saturday.
I used to watch roller derby when I was a kid after the cartoons were over, secretly longing to be a jammer; hey…I can skate, I’m small and quick. But alas, although competitive, I’m not aggressive enough to be a true roller gal. But I sure did love watching them and always wanted to go see them in person.
The stars aligned last Saturday, and they (The Circle City Socialites) were every bit as good as I hoped. The vibe is kinda retro, kinda punk rock/hip hop, kinda pin up gal. It’s a real competition, but it doesn’t take itself too seriously like other teams sports…with names like Splena Rupture and Miss B. Haven, how could it?
What I love most about it is those girls are SO themselves…they have team colors, but every player accessorizes to her own tastes. There are rules and established plays, but they all have their own signature moves and “going to the box” (the penalty corner) is something of a badge of honor.
That’s how I feel about our dancing. Gary and I know the basics of the dances we do, but we have constructed our own style. People may love it, people may hate it, but they can’t say it isn’t us. Nobody does it like we do, and of that we are very proud.
I bought a tee shirt that says “Good Girls go to Heaven, Bad Girls go to the Box.” Yeah.
Signed,
Kelly KaBOOM
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