After a delicious Saturday of Christmas shopping and lunch with my two little babies, Ruby & Junior, on Sunday morning I found myself stood outside Westgate train station, at 10.14am, in a giant white faux fur jacket, jeans and rust coloured knee high boots (by JustFab.co.uk) waiting for David to arrive. (I’m just gonna call him David…because it’s his actual name and I can’t be arsed to type ‘Jonesez’ all the way through the blog.)
He’s late. (I hate late people.) He’s been up all night, partying. (I’m too old for late.) He’d pulled random girls with his guys friends, the evening previous….and well he’d probably had about 2 hours sleep in total. Lol.
Me: ‘Where ARE YOU?’
David: ‘I’ve lost my house key! I’m coming…’
ME: ‘Hurry up. I look like a prostitute! I’m stood here and all these strangers keep talking to me…’
David: ‘I’m on my way…I can see you…When’s the train??’
ME: ‘In 14 minutes and no you CAN’T ******* see ME! Don’t talk…’
David: ‘I’m here. I’m here…’
But yes, I was stood outside Westgate train station, with mini Prosecco bottles in my hand bag and stripey paper straws. It was freezing. People kept chatting to me…and by the time he got to the ‘I can see you, I only live 2 minutes away’ train station…We’d missed our train. He hadn’t even brushed his teeth, he was in black ripped jeans and a leather jacket….but he was ready to get his ‘skate’ on, in the name of Wunna Land.
Me: ‘You’re disgusting.’
David: ‘Shall we get coffee…?’
Anyway, David (who’s a friend i’ve known for ages now) and I had agreed to go Ice Skating, because well… i’m going to be learning to skate shortly and I just fancied having an ‘open air’ skate around, for jolly old kicks.
Our choice of ‘open air,’ skate around was ‘Yorkshire’s Winter Wonderland’ in York. So, we’re really excited.
It’s now 11am. He’s hung over. I’m drinking prosecco through stripey straws. It pretty much explodes on the train and well…on top of all that….. what we find is that WE ARE REALLY RUBBISH AT TAKING PUBLIC TRANSPORT.
Now, i’m super independent and usually pretty good at all this jizzle. With David…I’m not.
It honestly felt like we had taken 3 trains, 42 buses, a stroll, a boat and maybe a donkey ride… to get to the Ice Rink in York.
We couldn’t even find our way out of the train station.
‘Shall we ask that man?’
We’d both hadn’t been on a bus for decades,
‘What do we do?’
But we needed to get to the Ice Rink.
I must’ve asked every single stranger where to go and what to do? (David daren’t ask people things. He’s used to be ‘Mummied.’)
Then after chats about our love lives, a call from one of my other guy friends, who I can’t tell you about just yet, but like I said, you will be learning a lot about him in the New Year….
Other end of call: ‘Don’t worry…It’s not another shocking call. It’s good news. Not bad..I need your help…’
…We finally found ourselves 3 minutes away from Yorkshire’s Winter Wonderland.
Got off the bus. Should’ve drove. We couldn’t even find our way to the ice rink? But we did it in the end. David’s sweet, but he’s childlike. Usually if i’m with a guy friend, or even someone i’m dating, the guy will usually take control of the ‘what toos,’ ‘where toos’ and ‘how tooos.’ Even when i’m with ‘The Girls,’ (we’re all feisty by nature,) we just sort things out.
Like I said, in the end…We got there …and once we did, the ‘trek’ didn’t matter…. we came ALIVE.
Shoes off, skates on…
Me: ‘Mine don’t fit me? They’re too big?? I’m not…’
David: ‘I’m shitting myself now. I’m not stable?’
(You always second guess yourself before you’re about to shimmie onto the ice.)
Then after a wait behind glass doors, we were lead onto the ICE, like figure skating champions. 🙂
OH MY GOSH! I cannot SKATE FOR TOFFEE! I was terrible!
Little ‘Twinkle Toes, Skating Champ’ David *zooms* off like he skates for beer tokens.
I step onto the Ice Rink, looking like the QUEEN of all glamourousity and within THREE ACTUAL SECONDS, of just stepping onto the ICE, I FALL ON MY ARSE AND CAN’T GET UP! Hahaha!
Toddlers were skating around me, like I was the biggest loser and even the staff are giving me pointers on how to ‘get started’ because they felt sorry for Me.
David’s skating around like some ice born Hero. Like he’s ‘Torvil and Dean’s’ love child.
I’ve fallen down about 40 times. I’ve got a wet patch on my bun, I’m screaming and swearing all the way around the rink and David’s now pissing himself at the fact that he has to hold my hand and DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAG me across the ICE, simply so I can move.
I’m still screaming, swearing and falling over….and all of THIS whilst he’s trying to teach me ‘ice skating moves.’
David: ‘Try this on one leg…’
Me: On one ******* LEG!’
David: ‘My arms actually KILLS NOW, from hauling you around.’
Me: ‘Snapchat it for me… I’m not even trying now, because I know you’ll pull me around. Lol’
David: ‘You’re making ME fall over.’
Me: ‘My legs kill. I’ve had enough now.’
I cannot even TELL YOU how much my legs ACHED after forty five minutes of ‘learning to skate’ with David. How ANYONE copes with being a figure skater is beyond me???
It is the HARDEST THING EVER.
I had to inappropriately get into another little Oriental girl’s ‘personal space‘ and make like I wanted to hug them WITH ALL OF MY WEIGHT, simply to be able to GET OFF the ice safely.
I fell into David and he didn’t know where to catch me, because he didn’t know of any ‘gentlemanly places’ to grab me, during my fall into him. Lol. He’s sweet, bless him! He really helped me around the ice.
‘I didn’t know what to do? I didn’t know what part of you I was allowed to catch…?’
How anyone does anything sporty or physically demanding for a living is beyond me. I give them all the respect in the world.
Honestly, I have NO CLUE how any single HUMAN… learns a routine, swizzles around smiling….and zooms by in lycra and sequins, lifting other human beings, above their head… on flipping ICE????????
‘On ICE’ to ME, means being handed a frosted glass of prosecco….NOT SURVIVING a lap… on blades… with Bambi legs.
I’m definitely not a natural. BUT, I will be! (As of tomorrow night, i’m in training and I couldn’t be more excited! My entire body aches from the weekend.)
We definitely had fun at Yorkshire’s Winter Wonderland. It’s great for a skate around. It’s definitely a good time. I mean life is about doing things, making memories and even though i’m a rubbish skater, at least I can now ‘tick’ that box, with a ‘Yeah Baby.’
I definitely can’t move today. But it’s definitely the most fabulous work out ever!
It was hilarious because the ‘open air’ ice rink was filled with happy skaters and beautiful families.
There was Christmas music playing. Rides! Lights! A Grotto! Penguins! Everything!
AND ALL YOU COULD HEAR from 2.17pm onwards…. was ME swearing and screaming, ALL THE WAY around the RINK! Then apologizing for swearing and screaming, ALL THE WAY around the rink, as David wee’d himself with laughter and my rubbishness.
Me: ‘I won’t even have to FAKE falling down for attention. I can’t even stay on my flipping feet!’
We didn’t last the full hour of skating. Fourty five minutes and I was done. I made him go skate around by himself because I was too shattered. I needed wine. He was still brimming with a ‘puppy dog‘ energy. (I’m 13 years older than David, so everything he does…to me….seems boyish. But his soul is good. He’s sweet. He’s a good friend. He takes care of people well… It’s such a good trait. It’s honorable.)
We eventually got off the ice. We had a cosy vegetarian dinner (David fancies my chick friend who’s now Vegan…SO he’s trying to be a veggie to impress her.)
Then, as day turned to night, we discussed good and bad at sex…
‘Yeah but they don’t look like they would be good at sex.’
‘I know they’re not, because they don’t have it ever…’
I bought wine. He bought water. He taught me skating. I taught him life.
Me: ‘What a girl will go for in a guy, is sometimes what she is missing from her own life… And also…I need to look at a guy and feel inspired by them….I’m impressed when i’m inspired… I respect them for it…’
Then we tinkered back onto the train and almost within a wink….we were both, on our way back home!