Predator/Prey

Slowly they circled each other. The predator looking for weakness, the prey watching for which way the attack would come. Both patient as ice knowing this was a long game, not a short one...

Hee hee. My son's school had it's winter skating party at the local ice rink Friday night. It was a glorious evening, calm and just below freezing. The hockey rink and the pleasure pad beside it were opened up to each other and half the school spent the evening circling around to a disco beat. Hot chocolate was dispensed by the gallon, with cupcakes for all. My son was keen to show "his" iPod and tease as many girls as possible. He's getting pretty good good on his skates. (And he came this close to a goal Saturday!)

Who was the predator and who was the prey? Well, I was the prey. The predators? Well let's just say there were a few single moms in attendance... Oh, it all seemed innocent enough, chatting away. Until I realised that they had completely determined my status and eligibility! Well, we all gotta do what we gotta do.

Listening to: Times Like These by Foo Fighters from One By One. But an unreleased(?) acoustic version.