We went to the party thinking we'd talk to Jimmy and catch up on lost time. Unfortunately, we don't get to see Jimmy alot. Anyway, the plan was to eat first, shoot the bull a little, and then go hit pucks at Jimmy while he tended goal. Val and I talked before the party started. Our conversation went something like this, "We won't skate. We'll chat and hang for awhile but we won't skate. We'll just watch Jimmy get plummetted for a few and then we'll go."
Next thing you know...
I'm fairly sure I looked like this... 
Right before I looked like this...
If Val's trigger were a little faster on the shutter button, I could show you that I did the exact move as the pro skater in that white, sparkily number. I'm sure Val and I were wowing the spectators at the party with our one inch jumps and lightening speed spin rotations. Jimmy's son, Wyatt, skated down to us for a bit. Little Jr. highers just don't appreciate good talent these days. We tried to talk him into skating with us so we could start working on a couple's routine but he immediately went the other direction. I thought he'd change his mind when we yelled across the rink that we could win him a medal, but he picked up his skate-away pace??? I can only conclude that he didn't feel worthy to stand on the same podium as Val and I. We did take a stab at the hockey thing. I couldn't make contact with the stick and Val's wasn't too great either so we instantly decided that hockey must be more for the agressive, outspoken type and figure skating is for the shy, sophiscated, and timid folk like us.
If you ever need a real good laugh, call my sister and have her take you for a night out...anywhere. Val can turn anything and everything into a comedyfest. 
