Nov 15, 2011 10:50 AM
Why does being a grown up mean we no longer know where the nearest roller rink is or at what time we can grab our awesome Keith Colorblock Roller Skates ($189) and join in a girls' choice skate? What has happened to our inner 12 year old? This morning we're lamenting her disappearance. Seriously, we're considering dropping almost two hundo on a great pair of old school roller skates, skipping out on our afternoon meetings, and taking the rink by storm with our fabulous moves to Tiffany. Who's with us?