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Dec. 15th, 2002 01:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leftyjewYesterday was supposed to be a party for my suitemate's graduation. He wanted to have a roller skating party with a big cake and pizza like a little kiddie party (i never rollerskated as a child, but he did). So my roomie and I found a place about 30 minutes outside of DC (dc isnt really "hep" enough to have a roller rink).
We boarded the Blue line to Franconia-Springfeild and then waited for the Fairfax Connector 109 like the directions said. The directions said we were to be on the bus for about 7 minutes. Although we kept our eyes open, at about 11 minutes of stll not seeing it, I asked the driver to stop at the proper intersection - Franconia and Old River Roads (he had never heard of it).
A few minutes later, he lets us off at Franconia Road and says that although he doesn't turn down the road, there will be another bus (the 110) that goes up the road in the direction we want to go.
It is cold. No one wants to wait. We start walking up Franconia which is a rather large road without sidewalks. It is muddy. We notice the numbers on the buildings are about 3000 Franconia. Where do we have to go? 5508! Aiya!
Walk. Walk. Walk. One of us was wearing broken-heeled shoes and another had no jacket. Walk. Walk. Walk.
Eventually, we get to the right address and look around. Wait! We just passed this on the bus, didnt we?! Argh! Anyway, we look around and the only thing we can find are car dealerships and fast food chains (much like north Freehold on Rt 9 or any suburban business district). Someone manages to see an unlit little box that says "Super Rink" or something of the sort on the top. Must be the place.
It is a very dark place. In order to get in, you have to pay by a really little entranceway and pay at a ticket window with a sketchy guy taking your tickets. The door to the rink is metal and closed. I thought it still could have been all right, but the rest thought it was incredibly sketch. Oh! and the parking lot has 5 cars in it. We can assume that one is for the DJ, one for the ticket-taker, and one for either a concession person or security guard or manager. This means there are two cars left. And I forgot to mention - one car is really only there because the owners are selling it. This means we would either be the only ones there or there would be two groups including us. We decided not to check it out and instead walked to McDonalds. We celebrated Adam's graduation over Big Macs (I had the fillet of fish meal, but i probably shouldn't have both for multiple religious reasons (kashrut, fast day) and just plain common health sense) and then walke dback to the Metro to go home.
After the roller skating party, we got back to the dorm and played some really good games of Picitonary. that was a good time, and glad we did it.
It was a good night. Wish some would care more about their friends. or at least take the time to show their care.
Oh, one more thing. While on the metro, these kids came up to us and asked for $5 for sports uniforms. I'm 95% sure that they were a scam, especially since the sign they used gave contact information of an individual, not an organization. I gave money anyway, but I kept thinking to China where these little kids are kidnapped or sold off and forced to beg for money or sell flowers. I don't like not trusting people. I more dislike that whoever this is can get away and profit by using these kids. What to do in these situations? I figure that others can probably use the money more than I can, so I generally give, but I can't afford to give to everyone and I don't like to support kidnapping. hm. Life offers difficult choices.
We boarded the Blue line to Franconia-Springfeild and then waited for the Fairfax Connector 109 like the directions said. The directions said we were to be on the bus for about 7 minutes. Although we kept our eyes open, at about 11 minutes of stll not seeing it, I asked the driver to stop at the proper intersection - Franconia and Old River Roads (he had never heard of it).
A few minutes later, he lets us off at Franconia Road and says that although he doesn't turn down the road, there will be another bus (the 110) that goes up the road in the direction we want to go.
It is cold. No one wants to wait. We start walking up Franconia which is a rather large road without sidewalks. It is muddy. We notice the numbers on the buildings are about 3000 Franconia. Where do we have to go? 5508! Aiya!
Walk. Walk. Walk. One of us was wearing broken-heeled shoes and another had no jacket. Walk. Walk. Walk.
Eventually, we get to the right address and look around. Wait! We just passed this on the bus, didnt we?! Argh! Anyway, we look around and the only thing we can find are car dealerships and fast food chains (much like north Freehold on Rt 9 or any suburban business district). Someone manages to see an unlit little box that says "Super Rink" or something of the sort on the top. Must be the place.
It is a very dark place. In order to get in, you have to pay by a really little entranceway and pay at a ticket window with a sketchy guy taking your tickets. The door to the rink is metal and closed. I thought it still could have been all right, but the rest thought it was incredibly sketch. Oh! and the parking lot has 5 cars in it. We can assume that one is for the DJ, one for the ticket-taker, and one for either a concession person or security guard or manager. This means there are two cars left. And I forgot to mention - one car is really only there because the owners are selling it. This means we would either be the only ones there or there would be two groups including us. We decided not to check it out and instead walked to McDonalds. We celebrated Adam's graduation over Big Macs (I had the fillet of fish meal, but i probably shouldn't have both for multiple religious reasons (kashrut, fast day) and just plain common health sense) and then walke dback to the Metro to go home.
After the roller skating party, we got back to the dorm and played some really good games of Picitonary. that was a good time, and glad we did it.
It was a good night. Wish some would care more about their friends. or at least take the time to show their care.
Oh, one more thing. While on the metro, these kids came up to us and asked for $5 for sports uniforms. I'm 95% sure that they were a scam, especially since the sign they used gave contact information of an individual, not an organization. I gave money anyway, but I kept thinking to China where these little kids are kidnapped or sold off and forced to beg for money or sell flowers. I don't like not trusting people. I more dislike that whoever this is can get away and profit by using these kids. What to do in these situations? I figure that others can probably use the money more than I can, so I generally give, but I can't afford to give to everyone and I don't like to support kidnapping. hm. Life offers difficult choices.
