Ah, the roller rink. What a simple entertainment concept: a rectangular floor, a disco ball, a DJ blaring pop music, and shoes with wheels on them. I suspect 100 years from now the roller rink shall be little changed from how it is now. If by some incredible miracle I am alive in 100 years, I promise you solemnly that I will mark the occasion by traveling in my silver hover-wheelchair to my local roller rink, where I shall then say, "YUP. SAME," and then go back to the Hellhole Retirement Home For Liberal Punks.

Anyway, MissEight and a few of her schoolmates enjoyed a little outing today at Skate King. I took photos.