Sal� and Pelletier? Not!
When I lived in San Francisco, I regularly hung out with people from l’Association des qu�b�cois en Californie. One of our annual gatherings was on Super Bowl day when we would drive south to Silicon Valley and rent out one of the rare outdoors ice skating rink in the area. Even though the rest of the California population was glued to the television on that day, we couldn’t care less about football (being true French canadians) and a lot of us would show up for a little winter nostalgia. The people who rented out the rink kept telling us that we were the only party they had ever seen in which everybody could actually skate!
Since I miss my San Francisco friends, I thought I would honor the Super Bowl day tradition so B. and I went ice skating today at Parc Lafontaine. It was a perfect winter day and the place was crowded but the skating space is so big that it didn’t really matter. My Nova-Scotian beau did not grow up with skates on his feet as I did so he was a bit nervous. But after a few minutes, he grew more confident and started to get fancy on me, twirling and spinning and even smiling. My god! Next time we go, he’ll probably want to do one of these!
