Because we're trying to find somewhere to have Sam's birthday party that ISN'T my house, we went to the roller rink.
One word: Surreal.
From the carpet
to the disco lighting
the bad food, the cheesy tweens, the cheesier teens (in costume, of course; including capes!), and even the gritty smell, the only thing that has changed in the last twenty years is that doodles are now allowed to scoot if they can't skate.