Friday, August 28, 2009
We have no mountains...
What do you do when someone comes to Nebraska?
How do you show them the very BEST of your state?
Well, you take them to the National Roller Skating Museum, that is what you do.
Quite possibly the quietest museum EVER. Tons of cubicles. I seriously want a job there...it was sooooooooo quiet. It was like a sensory deprivation tank.
Did we learn anything while there...? uh I am not sure, what I took away from the museum. I give it a 6 on a scale of 1-10. It was free, it was quiet, and if you were a skater it would probably mean something. I have not skated since I was 15? Maybe 14...and I loved wearing my jeans with the fancy skate embroidered on the pocket, holding my huge orange comb. I loved wearing a BIG Bonnie Bell watermelon lip smacker necklace around my neck. I liked ordering my prize soda when I won the limbo competition, which was a mixture of all soda, we called a suicide....
It made me think of all of those things...
Posted by Rachelle Jones at 11:36 AM