On one hand, I can already taste the janky pizza (Little Caesars, for when even Domino’s is just too high brow) and half-flat soda that were so commonplace to the birthday parties spent at the local roller rink, Sparkles. Oh, how they scattered my youth like shards of light refracted from a mirrorball upon the hardwood floor. Nostalgia: ’tis a carousel OR a roller rink, y’all. Both go in circles! DISCUSS, DON DRAPERS.
But, on the other hand, we will probably never be able to skate that hip (so hip!), so on second thought:
Much love to Videogum for the clip.