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| - Of course, I couldn't pass up going to my friend Karina's 26th birthday party. Are you freakin kidding me? It was at Skateland, a dumpy rollerskating rink in a sketchy part of Mesa (with teenage hoodlums loitering outside), and she rented out the entire facility on a Saturday night. I highly recommend it, especially if you do it our way.
* DJ spinning electro/indie/latin/new wave/punk
* a Heineken keg
* Grey Goose
* your rockstar costume/wig of choice
* Three dozen Central Phoenix/Tempe 20-somethings
* Rollerskates
* Decently stocked arcade games
* Appropriately tacky airbrushed art on the walls
What can I say, that's how we roll. Yeah, it's fun to skate and feel like you're 12 all over again, but it's even better when you're older, forgot how to skate, falling flat on your ass, spilling your Grey Goose all over yourself, becoming the Skeeball champion in all of 85210, working hip muscles you never knew you had, and live to tell about it.
Not that I did that or anything. I was just sore for the next four days.
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