Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over candlestick

I was never good at the limbo. I only ever tried it, once, at the Castle Roller Rink in 1988. (Pause while Lancaster crowd shudders, smiles, slaps their foreheads or does a combination of all three. Check out their website- WJTL Night!) I was first in line, and I fell on the first pass, when the bar was at the absolute highest. It was not a comfortable moment.

My dad came up here on Monday and absolutely kicked ass in negotiations with a car salesman (a former SU linebacker) in the Bronx. He is my hero. My awesome mom sent up a care package to end all care packages, complete with amazing homemade sugar cookies that my grandmother hasn't had time to make since her husband first exhibited signs of Alzheimer's nine years ago when he mowed the lawn for 18 hours straight. (My uncle stopped him when he realized he was refilling the gas tank for the second time, and the grass was like a putting green).

Right now I'm in limbo. Until I officially take possession of the new car and stop twitching at every intersection, until I can drive it for a few months without anything bad happening, I'm just a third-grader in acid-wash jeans with a pink and white feather clip in her hair, squatting shakily on rented wheels.


shannon said...

When will you get your new car?
I'm sorry life is in such flux right now. I hope things calm down soon.

cindy w said...

I was usually pretty good at the Limbo. But in roller skates? Um, no. That's a trip to the ER just waiting to happen.

Maybe you need to get your new car blessed, in an effort to improve your car karma. Can't hurt, anyway. Or get one of those little statues of the Patron Saint of Travelers (St. Christopher? I forget) for the dashboard.

What kind of car did you get?

Julia said...

Every limbo boy and girl
All around the limbo world
Gonna do the limbo rock
All around the limbo clock
Jack be limbo, Jack be quick
Jack go unda limbo stick
All around the limbo clock
Hey, let's do the limbo rock

My childhood gang was dedicated to Starburst in Clifton Park, NY from pretty much 3rd grade thru 8th grade (1988-1993). During the obligatory limbo contest we would go for the one leg squat/one leg out method. I'm 99% sure I never even came close to winning. I was always in awe of the true "split" people. Now the corner game on the other hand (skate until the music stops, then go to the nearest corner. An innocent bystander then rolls a giant dice and if your corner is called you get to keep playing until only one person remains they get a FABULOUS prize aka probably free small soda and slice of fake pizza - YUM!) - that was some quality entertainment.

PS. Parents rule in a pinch!