Ok, quick re-cap. Last week was all about prep. Friday would see a taxi turn up at my house at 4am to take me, Terri, Ella and Noteyoung to the airport along with Brie and Danger (who we would meet there). We had a 6am flight to catch for Amsterdam, with a quick transfer over to a flight bound for Helsinki.
I’d planned in packing time. I’d planned in leg waxing. I’d even planned in a quick trip to the chiropractor.
What actually happened was I spent most of the week playing on my phone, watching DVDs and drinking hot chocolate, meaning that when Wednesday night came around (by which point in my plan I should have been packed, and had a totally clean house), I still hadn’t got a suitcase to put things in, my pads were still damp from the washing machine, and I was starting to panic.
Then I got the face hits, and it all went a bit WRONG… but not for long.
I believe in karma, I believe in fate, and this weekend I learnt to believe in the roller derby magic.
Thursday I finished work, went home, cleaned the spare room up, started packing, and before I knew it Terri, Ella and Noteyoung were at mine, drinking wine and trying to get on the wifi. I finished getting ready, watched some derby videos, and then we headed to bed.
Friday, did the flights, had fun, got to Helsinki and were met getting off the airport bus by one of Helsinki’s ref-squad, FatRat. Lovely guy. He walked us to our hotel and switched me from the Sunday Advanced derby bootcamp to the reffing bootcamp. DERBY MAGIC. Then we ate Reindeer pizza.
Saturday I joined in with as much of the beginner and intermediate skating as I could, and took notes when I couldn’t skate, then watched USA v Sweden and USA v Finland. Then we partied.
Sunday REF BOOTCAMP. I went to register and was told I could have 160 Euros back since I wasn’t skating today. DERBY MAGIC AGAIN.
I spent the day sat in a room with a load of other folk in different levels of reffing. Some had reffed the bout the day before, others were newer than me. Led by Cherry Fury we went through some basics, workshopped some plays and calls, and then we got our kit on and reffed the scrim (involving Team USA MOTHER-LOVER!!)
I need to work on not grinning constantly, but seeing the girls get points on Bonnie Thunders *that’s right isn’t it Terri Sue-Dron?* just couldn’t help but smile like a Cheshire Cat.
Loved reffing, did some calls, celebrated with the fellow zebras, and then spent the next day squeeling every time a new ref added me on Facebook.
Back to training tonight. WFTDA Manual is ordered and en route to me. I am taking this so so seriously. If I can’t be the highest scoring jammer, I’m gonna be the best damn ref in the world.