Meals On Wheels

FYI. The following was made possible by the State of California...I recently witnessed something that I never thought I would see. I actually saw my parents up on roller skates last Saturday, and they were terrible!!! This unusual sight was made even more unique because we were all wearing 70's themed clothing. And what exactly warrants a 70's themed roller disco party? Why someone's 30th birthday of course. Yes, it was a friend of Jay's who was turning 30 and her husband planned this shin-dig. I honestly had no attire that would have been appropriate for such an occasion, so naturally, a trip to some of LA's finest thrift stores was required. We had much success on our first trip out and even managed to get Kevin an entire leisure suit for only 3$ at Salvation Army! During a trip to our very first store, I spotted my outfit. It was on a mannequin in the front window. Staring at me in the parking lot was an Elvis inspired, all black, sequin unisuit with a great big gold belt! I had to have it!!!! I asked the salesman how much the entire ensemble was and he had the nerve to tell me that it was not for sale. I was broken hearted but not going to give up.

To make a very long story short, I think there were some very unfortunate fashion mishaps during the era in question. I found many dresses that more resembled lampshades than clothing. What were people thinking???? So everyone got their garb and off to the roller rink we went!!

Deep in thought were Harold, Maria, Kevin, and Jay

Why is Dad posing with Farrah Faucet? Oh wait.....that's my mom :0

Can't you just picture the cheezy 70's music on in the background?

I am obviously less than thrilled, but don't worry, once I get a few drinks in me, I become, well, more "party-riffic." Just don't ask to see the Maria dance....






My bro Jay....don't panic, the mustache is fake.






Some more party go-ers, Kelly, Charles, Darryn, and Mah.


OK, so back to how funny it was to see the rents on skates....Poor dad bit it...twice, and mom wasn't doing anything that even remotely resembled skating. It was more like watching an elderly person shuffling towards the cafeteria for mid-morning snack time. Skating was however, a great workout. I forgot how hard you must work in order to propel (or stop) yourself. We were all sore the next few days, mostly in the shins, but for those of us who fell (not me) it varied from palms to wrists to thighs to bums. It was one of the best nights I have had in a long while. I never laughed so much :)