The combined Guerilla Drive-In/Brandywine Roller Girls event on Saturday night was a success. I had a great time, and people in the crowd really enjoyed seeing the sport — many folks for the first time.
I’ll post pictures and more impressions of the evening, but first I wanted to quickly get this up — tickets for the first full match on May 21st are now available to skaters and officials. As the BRG’s proud announcer, I have access to tickets, and they will sell out. If you put your name, email, and number of tickets you’d like into the Google Docs form below, I’ll make sure to set that many aside for you!
This is just a handy way for me to know how many tickets I should get from the league — you’re not making an ironclad commitment, and you won’t be paying now. Basically, this is just a “Hey John, save me some tickets” list.
Brandywine Roller Girls scrimmage tonight was a slug-fest. The skaters were over their wide-eyed “OMG, we’re actually going to start hitting each other!” suprise, and were getting down to business. Business, in this case, meaning slamming each other off the track so that the jammers can’t score!
Tonight, head referee Tommy Gears (on the right) was teaching two new refs: Joey Shears and Wild Wild Wes (left and center), about penalties. There’s back blocks, where a skater pushes the skater in front. There’s elbows, forearms, tripping, there’s cutting the track; there’s all kinds of stuff to watch for. It’s hard to see what’s happening — there are so many people, so many elbows being thrown. “Tommy, when can I make the call? How can I be sure I saw-“
“Make that call loud and proud, fellows!” I heard Tommy saying to them. “Just remember: Black and White is Always Right!”
Inspired by Mr. Simo’s BoomCases, (and preceded by the fellows at Hive76), I took apart a Roland Mobile Cube and reassembled it inside an old fabric-and-pine Singer Featherweight sewing-machine carrying case that Kate found by the side of the road.
This is not a very complex hack (Step 1: make a hole in the box! Step 2: Put your junk in that box!), but it’s very practical — the Mobile Cube is set up for batteries or DC power, it takes a wide variety of inputs, and there’s various reverb knobs to twiddle.
PLUS, I can put my roller-derby announcer microphone inside the case. And a music source! So the whole thing becomes a self-contained, er… something! It’ll also look good strapped to the luggage rack of the sidecar.
Plus, it’s loud. REALLY loud. Bolting the speakers into a pine box seemed to take an already-loud amp at make it even louder. I’m really excited!
The picture that Randy took of me with the Brandywine Roller Girls at my 40th birthday party has taken on a life of its own, first getting picked up as the new team’s temporary Facebook profile photo, and now this:
The picture just got picked up as the cover of the Daily Local’s nightlife supplement, which hits stands today. So I am now accidentally portrayed as some kind of… Roller Derby Svengali? I can live with that. Thanks, Randy!
I am incredibly proud to be portrayed as an unexplained tuxedo-wearing member of the team’s entourage. Though now that I think about it, who’s the one person who wears black tie to a brutal sporting event? We all know the answer to that question:
Mere moments after posting this picture to Facebook, local parade mogul and one-time next-door neighbor Todd Marcoccisaw it and asked if they would be willing to be in a parade. This made me simultaneously ecstatically happy (a logo that immediately snags a parade invitation is a GREAT logo, right?) — and extremely jealous (Todd has never asked me to be in a parade!)
Imagine a karate warrior, a motorcycle racer in full leathers, and a six-foot-six gorilla, all on roller skates. Now imagine that they’re mixed in with men in tuxedos, women in floor-length silk ball gowns, and girls in tutus — all on skates, under disco lights. Now add to that luchador masks, viking helmets, and a whole roller derby team in crash pads and eyeblack.
What I’m trying to convey here is that my fortieth birthday party turned out better than I could have hoped!
Kate looked smashing in my grandfather’s fox-hunting scarlet:
The newly-reopened Caln Roller Rink, before it filled up with skaters in formal gowns, tuxedos, and costumes:
Randy volunteered to set up a photo booth, and boy, am I ever glad he did. You can click on any of the thumbnails below to see some of the pictures he took. Look for the enormous Claymore sword he brought, which I’m pretty sure is high on the list of “things you really shouldn’t bring to a roller rink”:
The best part of the party, for me, was seeing West Chester Twitter friends meeting Guerilla Drive-In members and local bloggers, and everyone meeting family members and friends. I know perfectly well that many of my friends are creative, intelligent free spirits, but OH MAN, when they walk through the door in a cape and deerstalker hat, PLUS a snake-headed walking stick, PLUS a meerschaum pipe and magnifying glass, completely nailing the Sherlock? It restores my faith in… something, I’m not sure exactly what. But it’s something important, and having it re-affirmed so completely, by watching women fly past fearlessly in gowns and tiaras on rental skates, well, it’s just pretty damn wonderful.
Speaking of fearless, members of the nascent Chesco Roller Derby team came out, with their helmets, kneepads, and sequined shorts:
The team is in “fresh meat” stage, and are working on their skating skills. Once the team members pass their skill tests [PDF link], the team will be cleared to start having matches. The first one might be some time in March! Ever since stumbling on the Roller Derby Nationals in 2009, I’ve been hoping for a local team. In front are local West Chester Twitter-ers @kimdec and @jennruss, who just got their gear yesterday, and are 110% psyched about the sport (they’re at practice right now as I’m writing this.)
The evening ended (for us) at Doghouse Burgers in Downingtown, where we were serenaded by Terri Moss, playing Paris cafe standards and “Happy Birthday” on the accordion. Is there any more stylish way to end a party? I don’t think so.
Thanks so much for coming out, everybody! I had a wonderful time, and would like to think that I’ve continued the tradition of my Chester County ancestors, who used to hold fancy-dress galas on Lincoln Highway, stopping any cars that might come through so they could come join the festivities. With this group, any party is wonderful. I’ve already got some ideas for the next one…
A few months ago, the Daily Local News wrote about the re-opening of the Caln Roller Rink. Caln was a local landmark since 1974, and has been closed and empty for years. For a year, a passionate group of volunteers has been moving mountains to re-open the rink.
In August, we stopped by to talk to them and take some pictures. What a great place! Kate remembers seeing "Thriller" here on the big screen, which was a big premiere event: “Okay, everybody sit in the middle of the rink, HERE COMES THE MOVIE PROJECTOR!”
Just a few short weeks ago, CALN SUCCESSFULLY RE-OPENED! HURRAH! We’ve all had a great time tottering around the rink with friends and family. Here’s Lydia with her playschool friend Kylie, both beaming over their matching pink skates:
One of the most fun things about going to Caln is that, since it’s been closed for so long, everyone is learning (or re-learning) at the same time. We visited on Thursday over winter break, and some teenagers were tentatively trying crossovers and making cautious, elemental boogie motions. That Sunday, the same teenagers were scissoring through turns and putting their hands in the air during the “boom boom” parts of the song. Soon, they’ll be whizzing around the rink and flipping frontwards-to-backwards as though they’ve been skating JB Style all their life. Now’s the time to get in on the ground floor!
I said “wow, we should have a party here!” and Kate said “Yes, we should. In fact, we should have YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY HERE.” And she’s been adamant ever since: “Go now, John. Go put the deposit down. QUIT ARGUING, DO IT!” It might not seem like it (at all), but I was kind of shy about the whole thing. But she perservered, and soon my reluctance gave way to… um, the opposite of reluctance.
And so I’d like to invite you, dear blog reader — yes, I’m talking about YOU — to my fortieth birthday party at Caln Roller Rink. We’ve taken the place over this coming Saturday, January 22nd from 5-7PM.
One important thing to remember: the party is fancy-dress. Wear your cutaway tails, your military dress uniform, your beekeeper suit, your turnout gear, or your diving rig. Wear your Dior gown, your tearaway sequin skirt, your bridesmaid dress. Wear rainbow-striped knee socks and Dolfin shorts. It’s the TIKARO ROLLER BALL:
Save the date! Sponge off your fox-hunting scarlet! Come one, come all to the TIKARO ROLLER BALL! Details here:
You may have seen me gushing about the fantastic, amazing, and improbable Oakbourne Park before. Not to mention the colorful characters that can be found there.
When the Friends of Oakbourne group asked if I would be willing to make them a website, I said “absolutely, yes of course”, and I immediately commissioned Michele Melcher to do a watercolor of the water tower to use as the “hero” image.
And here it is! Oh, how I love it! From the moss-stained shingles to the flared crosspieces at the top, to the tiny garden gnome that Michele added at the bottom. Click through to see the notes I added on Flickr:
The combined Guerilla Drive-In/Brandywine Roller Girls event on Saturday night was a success. I had a great time, and people in the crowd really enjoyed seeing the sport — many folks for the first time.
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