They forced me as a goof, knowing how much I loved the music.
The memories of the video games, refreshment area, and speedin' around -
and don't let me forget, "The Hokee Pokee" were so fun. I only wish
that "the drama" of who's going out with whom and what's going on later
on that night could take me back to whence.
My daughter said "what-everrrrrrr - dad, let's go. . ."
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I went three nights a week: Friday, Saturday (5-11pm), and Sunday (3-8pm).
My parents bought me cool racing skates for Christmas, with big fat wheels
and low-top boots. I had a skate case with my name painted across it and a
Kiss Army sticker plastered on the back side.
We would play foosball, pinball, air hockey, eat soft pretzels, drink cokes,
socialize, and generally have a great time. My parents loved it because it
got me out of the house for a few hours and they didn't worry about me
getting in trouble.
Our rink was really a roller disco, since it had a DJ and 8 big speakers on
the wall. They played Top-40 hits. One end was a big black light mural and
the floor was baby blue. Everything else was covered with blue shag carpet,
like the inside of some guy's van. My dad sold the flooring to the owners,
so I got in free until I lost interest in skating (BMX and skateboarding
were to blame).
The place is a Ross Dress For Less now.
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Liz
When they closed, we went to Wheelie's, which was more of a 'chain'. Big,
loud, 'current' music, bigger crowds. I've got some fond memories of that
place too. There were two of them in the area, one is a 'community arena',
the other is a car dealership.
*sai*
Erin ">
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"That which does not kill us makes us stronger'
- Friedrick Nietzsche
Mom would drop me and my two friends William and Roger off, then drive away in
that Ford Country Squire station wagon with the wood grain on the side
(mercifully no one saw it leave).
William taught me the fine art of "fake clumsy". You skate into a really
pretty girl, then both of you fall; you arrange to have the girl land on top of
you. Nice little ice breaker there for a hormonally-charged 13-year-old. Of
course, what worked better for *me* is to stand at teh snack bar, watch some
other guy do it, then point it out to the girl next to me and say "Man, do you
believe some guys?" ;-)
One other thing...I think KC and the Sunshine Band rocked at the skating rink.
That, and such Elton John classics as "Philadelphia Freedom".
Dixon
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I remember going there and being *hot* (as hot as a 12 year old could be,
anyway). I had my lip gloss (the flavored kind with the little roller ball
inside) and my Goody Comb hangin' out of my back pocket (had to keep those
"feathers" in place).
I got my first tongue kiss during that era and I can remember being so grossed
out ( I didn't have a clue what he was doing!). BTW, I could skate
*backwards*. Thanks for whomever started this thread, it brought back lots of
memories!
DGH
I did however ice skate quite a bit at the ice skating rink. That was a lot of
fun! To this day The Carpenter Singles album can put me right back there...it
was the only album they owned I guess since they played it over and over and
over.... But I certainly didn't mind. It made me LOVE that album all the more!
Sandy
2-60
Class of 78
Jamie
Those old metal skates you mentioned reminded me of the old skateboards-
the old "banana" boards WITHOUT polyurethane (sp?) wheels! The vibration
was horrible.
Tim
I could never stand up on a skateboard...still can't! You must have been
really good Teuton, to balance AND deal with all the vibrations! Yikes!!
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
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