I've got a brand new pair of roller skates.

On Veteran's Day, the Thursday before my inaugural derby experience, I decided to head down to the Oaks Park pro shop to check out the skate selection.  For the derby class, you don't need to bring your own pads, etc, and you can just rent skates.  That said, I felt like I needed a bigger commitment to this whole idea, and to myself; I thought an investment would do the trick.  Walking into the rink, I was nerrrrvous.  I guess when I am serious about something, I am serious, and pretty intense. I didn't want to come off like some amateur-which, ironically, (aside from many years of figure skating) I am.  The shop was packed since kids were out of school for the day, and since the space is about 100 square feet, and since I had my puffy coat on which was making me sweat, and since there were a few derby-girls in there, and since no one had helped me after about ten minutes, and since I was super-intimidated, I left.
Driving home, I was so disappointed.  When was the last time I took a risk and put myself out there? I am so comfortable in my regular routine with people I know, doing things I am sure of.  Anything else is just plain scary.
I woke up the next morning committed to trying again.  What is so funny is the night before, I had crazy-vivid dreams about buying skates and trying them out.  I decided that after work, and before going to get Bennett from school, I would drive myself straight across the Sellwood Bridge and march myself right into that pro shop and buy some damn skates.  Which I did. And when I got home after getting the kids, I wore them around the house for the rest of the night.

Ooooh---

I've got a brand new pair of roller skates 
You've got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and
Try them on to see
I been lookin' around awhile
You got something for me
Oh, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key