My favorite things - roller disco in costume

My favorite basement activity is the roller disco. It is enhanced by costumes (not themed!) and dancey songs (typo: first I wrote "snogs") that are not limited to disco. So really, it's like a "roll around to upbeat tunes wearing silly outfits", but that's not catchy at all.

Roller discos can be challenging when few participants have items on which to roll, but generally, the spirit of the r.d. inspires folks to share their wheely toys. This spirit of camaraderie enhances the event fourfold.

Other aspects to increase the magnificence of a roller disco include limbo, Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You" sing-along, and highlighters in a black light room. Our recent roller disco party resulted in the drawing of at least one elephant on a neck and exultations of Vitamin D on an arm.

Roller Disco, I want to draw a portrait that embodies your spirit and put it in a living room wall and look at it every morning while I eat my oatmeal.

A year from now, I will be back from Norway.

"Oh, hey Norway." That is what I will say next January when I arrive in Trondheim to teach blonde kids for 10ish weeks. Except I might say it in Norwegian. Or Spanish. I already know a little Spanish.

Yes, friends and monsters, my fifth quarter "at" UW will take place in the cold, beige land of Norway. I look forward to improving myself as a professional: teaching classes filled with English Language Learners, experiencing the ups and downs of a nationalized curriculum, and figuring out how the heck to teach Norwegian literature. (There is Norwegian literature?)

I look forward to improving myself as a fashionista*: wearing cool ugly things like skinny jeans, transitioning from freezing weather to a rowdy dance club (or "disco", cadav) without taking off four THOUSAND layers, and only sporting tennis shoes when I'm playing tennis or want to be recognized as an American.

I look forward to improving myself as an Olympic ski jumper: learning how to put on skis, gliding down the bunny slopes without breaking bones, and breaking a world record for longest ski jump.

But first, I need a Viking hat.

My birthday is April 16th.

*I am not even in the beginning stages of fashionista. Really. Hooded sweatshirts and not cool. Neither are comfortable gold-toe socks. Truth.