Journal of a Roller Disco Addict | 
 
 
 
  
   
        I heard it said somewhere that
         life's greatest pleasures are those which arrive
         unexpectedly. One of mine began innocently enough on a
         Sunday stroll through Golden Gate Park -- a missed
         connection, a wrong turn, and suddenly I was standing before
         a strange, new phenomenon -- a spectacle I found immediately
         repugnant, yet strangely compelling -- Around two dozen
         roller-skaters and bladers swirling, gyrating and busting
         moves to the beat of DJ-driven 70's and 80's tunes. Within
         minutes I recognized that there was something more going on
         here than just a casual skate in the park; This was Roller
         Disco at its worst and I was hooked from the get go.
  
  
         During this first visit waves
         of conflicting emotions washed over me -- confusion, fright,
         and embarrassment of course, but also delight and
         admiration. Sure... in my estimation most of the
         participants looked ridiculous. However, I had to admit that
         these people appeared to be having an amazing time. Watching
         them simultaneously aroused in me the perfect combination of
         giddiness and wrong-doing, and I am hard pressed to think of
         a more enjoyable mixture.  
 
 
         Although I could not deny my
         attraction, a strong feeling of uneasiness accompanied it
         which was magnified by the unceremonious greeting I received
         from my friends upon relaying my discovery. Convinced that
         my attraction had formed prematurely and possibly unjustly,
         I tried my best to stay away from the 6th Avenue skaters,
         but this self-imposed exile only lasted for a week or two;
         The growing obsession could not be ignored and soon I
         started making regular appearances at Roller
         Disco.
 
 
         Sitting on the lawn watching
         & listening, question after question popped into my
         head... "Where do these people come from?" "What are their
         day jobs?" "Do they practice in their living rooms?" "Am I
         missing out on something here?" I came to notice there were
         regulars amongst the skaters -- Sass... Tie dye...
         Pretzelboy... Individuals with their own stories, sense of
         style, and most importantly technique. 
 
 
         Come, join me for a brief
         interlude into Roller Madness at Golden Gate Park. Get to
         know the "regulars" before you venture out for a glimpse of
         your own. Enjoy a sampling of what you can expect if you
         happen upon John F. Kennedy Drive and 6th Avenue on a sunny
         Sunday afternoon.
 
 
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