Miss Stacia on Ice

(Brought to you by Monday's Company Holiday Party at Central Park's Wollman Rink)

I was skating so much I missed the party. I didn't think I would enjoy it as much as I did, but after what had to have been ten skateless years, I took to that ice like a lezzie to the poonan. I dove right in and for two-and-a-half hours, I barely came up for air.

What started as a relaxed recreational activity quickly became an obsessively athletic pursuit as I sped around the rink in an attempt to perfect my form and make up for missing my workout in the AM. I even learned to skate backwards a bit, weaving my uncomfortably restrained ankles in and out of tiny, propelling figure-eights through a coned-off instruction area in the center of the rink. Sadly, my commitment to sport prevented me from properly socializing and taking advantage of the open bar with the work peeps, but luckily one of my many media-savvy coworkers recorded the highlights of the event and cut a quick video that gives a pretty entertaining overview of what the dub room players were up to from rinktime right through the Irish pub after party.

Keep an eye out for one of my three grand falls (I averaged about one hearty spill an hour) and see if you can get a glimpse at the Spanish dancer/lacy "goth child" skating costume I put together for the occasion. I was going for Pretty Pretty Ice Princess...Of The Night.

Oh and one more thing. It's not a burp, I swear: