Back in the (amazing) Groooove...

I couldn't resist being on the ice after work last night. The Rock, as we call it, has instituted a DJ on Thursday nights, and I have succumbed to the temptation of OutKast, Christina, Britney (you're toxic and I'm slippinnn undahhhh), and old skool goodies like Earth, Wind & Fire, even PINK has my attention blaring at 100 decibels!



Last night did not disappoint.



First, I walk down minutes before the ice cut and realize Bach was playing. One of my favorite pieces, too--Toccata & Fugue in D Minor. Classical may rule in the afternoon, but we were itching to wig out as I watched the DJ get his records ready as the 'boni swerved around and put on my Teris. I hit the ice to Pink's "You're Making me Ill" and who do I see on the ice flying? Patrick Guerriere my mad Haitian! Imagine D'Angelo on a diet and that's Patrick. He wished me an early Happy Birthday, and I did the same, since his is two days after mine, March 17. He told me he was named after St. Patrick, too. Cool!



I'm twirling and swirling, and go inside for a tissue (runny nose--the by-product of damp weather.) The cashier, who I know by face only, stops me and says, "Marie's on her way down, stick around." I haven't seen her since September, so this was great. Soon, Alex, Melanie and a host of teenagers from UK were out there. What a time! Marie had no idea I was going to be there, so she screeched and hollered. A steady stream of requests ensured a boogie nite for us all with The Managerial Ogre nowhere to be found. Plans were made to get together at Wollman (which is much bigger and has an even better DJ) and we will. I can't believe we were all on the ice at the same time. Between that, and yesterday morning starting on the ice, my day was "bookended" with ice and joy. I stayed away from the ice for so long, it's like I forgot about these friends. I feel like I've come back to life or something. I even got a nice email this morning from Rob Shmalo, a recently retired ice dancer. He passed the bar, and is now practicing law. This is all such a surprise!



Cake and coffee later today for my new boss, Mr. S. This is also the birthday of Borgia, that idiot that got married on my birthday last year. Like his name (and he WAS a descendant of Lucretia), he turned out to be a poisonous element in my life. Thankfully, many people share this same birthdate, so I have a new perspective. Mr. S. has a beautiful picture of his golden retriever and his son near his desk, which is a beautiful thing to see when I walk past his office.



Ten more days to 32 for me. I can't wait.