I can't believe that I've wasted everyone's time with all my whiney crap about not being with child(s) when all I had to do was go to downtown LA, rent some old, worn out, 1950's ice skates for $2 and get snow ploughing on an ice rink the size of my father's back porch, to wake up and smell the exhaust off the 110 and realize that life can be fun. Pershing Square in Downtown Los Angeles has this miniature (kind of wannabe...but who cares) Rockefeller center-ish plaza with this pint-sized ice rink that the public can skate around in. It takes all of five seconds to get from one end of the "rink" to the other, not to mention the 405-like traffic jam created, but it was a great time.

Just for today, I can ice skate in LA.